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First Love
Contributed by
Charles
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Sunday, 3rd October 2004 @ 09:04:52 AM in AEST
Topic:
LoveRemembered
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She seemed to bob
on a matted silver bike
I watched for
not yet able to reach
the high seat,
working her way
up car-free Penn Street,
and I would make as if
I hadn't seen her
when she passed,
first feeling then
what regret was,
but worst of all
was evenings in autumn
when she rode home
down across Main Street
through smoke
of burning leaves
with the moon,
a soft round lantern,
hanging over the trees.
from: The Butler Pennsylvania Poems
Copyright ©
Charles
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2004-10-03 09:04:52]
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Re: First Love
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by brew on
Sunday, 3rd October 2004 @ 09:43:55 AM AEST
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| Wow.......thats empressive. Liked it.! |
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Re: First Love
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by Remy on
Sunday, 3rd October 2004 @ 02:17:28 PM AEST
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hum, so well-versed... with subtle textures that paint beauty indescribable! love it... ;0)
~Remy~ |
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