Thursday, January 1, 2004
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Rating: ★3.3
Late December: my father and I
are going to New York, to the circus.
He holds me
on his shoulders in the bitter wind:
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Colleen Courtney
14 May 2014
This piece also brought me back to childhood memories shared with my father. Nicely written poem.
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Sylva Portoian
30 December 2011
I feel when i read your poem... I feel I am a child... Nice to remember the Childhoodness
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