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Can it be only eighteen months ago?
It seems as though I've known you all my life -
We talk as old friends do bringing close the empty mile,
I feel so close to her I imagine her fond smile, -
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She knows the way I feel in every way
I tell her what I think and what I know -
She's mistress of the happy sad
A writer of the rhyming bent -
Her smile never changes although there is pain
blue eyes hold the essence and shine like the rain, -
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Within the stroke of midnight she sits with pen in hand
For sleep has been forgotten, the night man keeps his sand -
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You made me learn the way I want to write
So I could help you show what you could do -
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When first you wrote a Sapphic ode
I smiled and though that you were grand -
Eight months ago Sue Cardwell rhymed at me
She made me smile and want to know her more -
Sue Cardwell the poet makes me smile
With her couplets all rhyming in style -
The poet laureate of Kent Is penning lines to steal my heart
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Ottava Rima -----------------------------------------------
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Events are milestones that we pass
Not millstones round our necks -
In Western Kent a lady sits,
Penning poems, sad as night.by cricketjeff 19 lines, 3 comments, on Jan 19 7:33 AM 2008. In Personal -
Radiant beauty from within
Purest smile of an angel queen
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Soft as the kiss of the dew on a cobweb
The words I shall weave to my Sue -
Sue me for love with your kisses,
Pursue our love case non-bailable
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The first quadrain I wrote on the train this morning. Sue Cardwell and I have a habit of exchanging comments and messages in rhyme. We quitby cricketjeff 73 lines, 31 comments, on Sep 18 11:38 AM 2007
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IN THE COUNTY OF KENT ENGLAND (c) Copyright 2007 by Earl F. Hubbard Jr. (from TIME OF THE SEASON coming before the year is over)
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to my queen i shall submit to my queen with no regretby solitary guard 6 lines, 10 comments, on Sep 8 5:04 AM 2007
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A year spent on allpoetry A year to change your lifeby cricketjeff 23 lines, 4 comments, on Sep 1 9:27 AM 2007
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/ / Yesterday I was young… / Carefree moments / Squandered in the sun / / Years passed me by / Turning a young face… / Now ripples and lines / / Nothing what it used to be? / Youth was bliss / Wha
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My Angel.Friend
You cannot see her, she is in disguise, -
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I know what I need to do
Where I need to be -
Terza rima Sonnet
Dedicated to Sue Cardwell
Sapphic ode
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