By
dusk I'll
be gone (home?)
Had a drink (two
or four) to stiffen
the nerves. Found the gut
to tell you the news: (deep breath)
When I was born, I dreamt you--
All grown now, and I can't believe (love!).
A contest entry
- Quickie by sheltered.
450 points, ended June 21, 2007, 8 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Comments
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Nicely done.
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rather interesting keep up the nice work
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Sweet poem. I bought two coffees actually.
Then after that there's rye.
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