Thursday, August 10, 2017

Buttercup Comments

Rating: 4.8

My father was alwaysquick with a smile.
His happiness camefrom within.
Often he'd pluck, sweet buttercup
And hold it under my chin.
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Elisabeth Wingle
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Kim Barney 03 April 2019

I too, (like Bri) thought I had left a comment on this poem before. In any case, it is a delightful poem. I love it!

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Bri Edwards 05 November 2017

i'm sure i've read and left a comment! i still like it, but i don't see any previous comment; perhaps there is a comment thief amongst us? ? :) bri to MyPoemList (i think for the second time)

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Jazib Kamalvi 16 August 2017

A nice poetic imagination, Elisabeth. You may like to read my poem, Love and Lust. Thanks

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Dev Anand 12 August 2017

Often he'd pluck, sweet buttercup And hold it under my chin. ' Do you like butter? such fine memories...... so nice. thank yu dear poetess.

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Elisabeth Wingle

Elisabeth Wingle

Cleveland, Ohio
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