Tuesday, January 24, 2006

My Sage Green Robe Comments

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I sit on my bed, and look across at my sage green towelling robe,
hanging on the back of the bedroom door.

Does he still 'fancy' me,
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Ernestine Northover
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Andrew Blakemore 06 October 2008

I'm sure you would always bloom into a beautiful butterfly. Great poem. Love, Andrew x

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Duncan Wyllie 21 April 2006

To be able to warm each other inside out and beyond a material impression , And when you realize the quality of your garments you know that the closeness is worth so much more than their appearance, Wonderful write, Love Duncan

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Shannon Chapel 29 January 2006

This is a fabulous read, Ernestine. Each and every one of us frets about losing our lover's favor every now and then, and this piece voices those fears masterfully. Well done, and he'd better know what he's got in you! I'm able to see your beautiful spirit and tender heart way over here in Boise, Idaho.; -) Shannon

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Rusty Daily 24 January 2006

If this is an example of your work I will read more. This gave not only a grin but a sigh. Rusty

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Moya Levy 24 January 2006

This is really nice, and I'm glad you stuck with the green robe! Moyaxx

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Mary Nagy 24 January 2006

Oh........I think this is such a sweet poem! I bet he loves you in or out of that old robe! I'll confess, I'm a flannel pajama junkie! I wear flannel pj's ALL the time! I probably have 10 pairs. (Hey, it's Michigan wintertime!) wonderful poem Ernestine. Sincerely, Mary

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a little spice never hurt though, Ernestine....a tshirt and nothing else....something frilly, lacy underneath the green robe....then.....just pounce on him...

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