Tuesday, February 17, 2009
The Poor Street Singer In A Red Cap Comments
Rating: ★5.0
They call me by the name of stink.
Though I have a primrose in my holey red cap.
I strum my old guitar with few strings.
Passer-by! Please wait for a while
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Sandra Fowler
18 February 2009
A compelling word portrait. In the gallery of your mind, you have created many. Write on, my prolific friend. Kind regards, Sandra
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8/8/2025 3:51:12 PM # 1.0.0
Irony winks from your sad words, Nimal. Your poor street singer is portrayed with sensitivity and skill in this memorable portrait. Love, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥