Prized Ehibit `07

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    Prized Ehibit `07

    Opulent colors
    utilized by your restless mind
    brought forth
    with your skilled hand
    Every bold line
    each masterful stroke
    strategically lit
    The only focus
    your exquisite betrayl

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    rollerderby commented on Prized Ehibit `07

    01-02-2009

    Great little poem, Iwas expecting some kind of ending that had something to do with a sunrise or sunset and you threw in the last line that changed the poems whole meaning to me. Well done! Doug

    A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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