Sunday, May 28, 2006

Firsts Comments

Rating: 5.0

Sun is bright. Birds are singing.
The air is thick and heavy.
Knock, knock- no one’s home.
Key turns and we’re alone.
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Jessy Liz
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'Hands are moving- mind of their own.' so far this one is my favorite poem. Oh man o man, I love it I love it! ! ! !

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Francesca Johnson 28 May 2006

A wonderful first experience, sensitively described. Nice one, Jessy Love, Fran xx

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