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My dads flat
Contributed by
joe89
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Saturday, 23rd June 2007 @ 01:23:46 AM in AEST
Topic:
Lifepoems
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I always cried when my animals died
When my fish ran away with the spoon
The summer days I had were happy
But they ended far too soon
And now I’m here in my dads flat
With a keyboard and this tune
To say a farewell to those days of sun
And hole-heartly welcome the gloom
Heaven knows I’m happy now
So what the world throws at me
Can’t be half as bad as old time lost
But I guess in time well see.
Copyright ©
joe89
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2007-06-23 01:23:46]
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Re: My dads flat
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by GlenDavid on
Saturday, 23rd June 2007 @ 05:29:22 AM AEST
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Nice little poem!
You've just got to face what comes with a smile if you can, that way the summer will one day return!
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Re: My dads flat
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by Spike on
Saturday, 23rd June 2007 @ 09:43:24 AM AEST
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Hey Joe89,
An insightful remembrance, this one. Nicely worded and constructed.
When my fish ran away with the spoon is my favourite -what a sad image, tinged with just the right amount of farce.
This poem will speak to a lot of people, I'm sure.
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Re: My dads flat
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by Dom on
Saturday, 23rd June 2007 @ 08:14:06 PM AEST
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I agree with Spike, that line is genius!
Lovely read,
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