Sunday, July 22, 2012

My Bud And Me Comments

Rating: 4.9

When I get home at half past four,
my feet just dragging across the floor.
I just open the fridge and grab a beer.
It's icy cold and crystal clear.
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Mark Dillon
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R.j. Wynn 14 June 2013

It's a good feeling isn't it

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Akanksha Bhatt 16 October 2012

awesome poem! keep it up dear!

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Karen Sinclair 21 August 2012

Cool! beer and a soul whos happy with his lot. This gives the same warmth as a lovely bowl of soup...there is no greater time to watch Mother Nature in her prime than when she first wakes... i do the balcony thing, last thing at night and first thing in the morning, theres no place im happier than just sitting there relishing nature...Lovely piece tyvm karen

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Alan Reed 07 August 2012

nicely done - cute\concise - Alan

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Marieta Maglas 06 August 2012

Our life is very simple-instead of enjoying its beauty we make it be so complicated-wonderful poem, lovely to read.

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Godfrey Morris 02 August 2012

Lovely I feel relax by just reading. Good job on this one.

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Valerie Dohren 28 July 2012

Excellent poem - very descriptive, and I can just imagine that ice-cold beer (though personally I would prefer a cider) . Very well written.

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