Tuesday, July 18, 2006

The Ballad Comments

Rating: 5.0

The balloon goes up and the playmate is no more in the Playhouse.
They are already grown-ups.
The old fence is broken and a new parapet is there.
It's like a ballet,
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nimal dunuhinga
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Sandra Fowler 18 July 2006

The sweet pain of nostalgia. What would we poets be without it? Your sadness has worked wonders for you in this little poem. Very fine effort indeed, my friend! Sandra

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Goldy Locks 18 July 2006

Agreed with DW. imagery was grand in this one, Nimal. (typos!)

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Duncan Wyllie 18 July 2006

A cleverly written poem, but then tis you Nimal a fine poet indeed Love duncan X

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