Saturday, April 28, 2018

The Poor Thing Comments

Rating: 5.0

Looming before a horizon,
Far from equatorial seas,
Of charcoal gray and indigo,
Repeating bars of ivory,
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Matthew Buchwald
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Dr Antony Theodore 28 April 2018

Polyphonous gurgle of slush. At night, the febrile Obstructor Jiggled its trapezoideum, uneasy souls sighing..... very good poem.. the use of words and expressions.. are unique. thank u. tony

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Matthew Buchwald 28 April 2018

Thank you Dr. Tony!

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