Thursday, September 24, 2015

Grace Comments

Rating: 5.0

One misty morning Grace came to my little house,
The drizzling clouds had soaked her purple blouse
And her rounded eyes sparkled with rain and lust;
I kissed her dewy lips as any savvy gentleman must.
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Hannington Mumo
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Lorraine Colon 28 October 2015

There certainly is a mystery surrounding these events that you write about. But this poem held my attention from beginning to end. Very well done and enjoyable to read.

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Liza Sudina 24 September 2015

so nice! you are so kind! not angry - but ask questions! warm heart!

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Allotey Abossey 24 September 2015

Beautiful poem well written. Good work

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