Monday, February 17, 2014

Golden Potato Comments

Rating: 5.0

The golden potato beamed at him in the sun
When he had almost stopped his quest for this one
The others in the pile smeared his hand with red earth
But it as if for his eyes lay hidden apart.
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Pradip Chattopadhyay
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Lorraine Colon 17 February 2014

Oh, Pradip, only you could write a charming poem about a potato! Well done.

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