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a circular verse, no title
netskyIam

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she who wrote my stories died.
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I was so green at ten.
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perhaps for reasons to preserve
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she seemed to give her mind to mine
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one summer when Fern found an end,
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1 Mar 07


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nice format, with the blank page top and bottom.
i wonder about "and" L2?
the meter of 3,4 is very nice, despite the clunky "seemed to put".
L3 has pleasant sounding rrrr, ssss.
obviously a personal tale, unfinished, as evidenced by the "end,"

enjoyed.
 — unknown

this seems rather desperate.
 — unknown

Thanks, it's calm, really.

It's circular, and that's why it's really without title.
If in print it would be between two black bars as you see.

one summer when Fern found an end,
she who wrote my stories died.
and I was green and ten.

perhaps for reasons to preserve
she seemed to put her mind in mine....

(a grandmother who wrote and who mentored me during her last summer which she knew was here last.  She died on the second day of that September.
Her name was Fern.  So, it's a memoriam of her.

Thanks for looking in and giving your fine reactions.

Reid
 — netskyIam

retouched.
 — netskyIam

delightful.
 — unknown

I love this. It's very poignant and personal and full of loss. Thank you.
 — smugzy

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