Tuesday, August 4, 2009

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Rating: 5.0

As the evening dawns, I can’t wait to go home
To my own little square of earth, under my own sacred dome

I am eager for the day’s care to be erased
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Madam Anonymous
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Kainwo Moses 03 September 2009

If anyone doubted the meaning of the word 'Home', MA has supplied us here. If you never owned one, MA makes you miss your own, your own piece of earth with flowers strewn to welcome you at the end of a puzzling day. Thanks MA, I think I should find my way home! Simple and down-to-earth but not naive. I love the way you arrange your words.

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Bob Blackwell 14 August 2009

M.A. this is a really beautiful poem, written with gratitude and love for the comforts of your home. To quote 'Here's me looking at you, and here's you looking at me, at the end of a wonderful day.' Warm wishes Bob

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Saadat Tahir 08 August 2009

beautifully written....a true, poetic and charming depiction af the rush back home....how restless is man...in a constant turmoil...always looking out for the newness in things...yet home remains a comfy corner where the familiar reigns supreme...where it is welcome and souhgt hey MA here get this ten...u deserve it...and cheers too

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