Tuesday, March 3, 2015

Playing Dead Comments

Rating: 3.6

Our father liked to play a game.
He played that he was dead.
He took his thick black glasses off
and stretched out on the bed.
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Andrew Hudgins
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Bernard F. Asuncion 09 December 2018

Such a pretty poem by Andrew Hudgins.....

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Edward Kofi Louis 09 December 2018

Father and children! Thanks for sharing.

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Anil Kumar Panda 09 December 2018

Beautiful poem indeed. Packed with fun and suspense. Loved it.

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Glen Kappy 09 December 2018

I smiled and laughed aloud at this one—which is what a humorous poem should do. Good one! -Glen

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Kumarmani Mahakul 09 December 2018

A nice inscription has been made on Playing Dead. Beautiful poem really.

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Mahtab Bangalee 09 December 2018

Death Oh! No dead But alive in the stagnant human conscience.../// great

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Adrian Flett 09 December 2018

A poem filled with fun, rhyme and rhythm.

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M Asim Nehal 02 February 2016

Many lessons to learn from this game o death.

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Ratnakar Mandlik 12 January 2016

Good entertainment reading the poem. Thanks for sharing,10 points.

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Susan Williams 12 January 2016

His topics go from this ludicrous verse to the power and glory of Steppingstone? Color me puzzled by this poem's presence here.

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Manonton Dalan 12 January 2016

that's how they take down bulls

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Andrew Hudgins

Andrew Hudgins

Killeen, Texas
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