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School of Art

well i made my way to the city on a lovely sunny day met me a pretty lady just stepping of the train she said to me whats your name she said im off to the shool of art to find me a hansom man i said lets go to the gallary ill try to lend a hand she said are you asking me out she said her name was mis artois i said i know a song about that your a hansom man she said do you come from the schol of art i said if you want me to well stella and me we traveld the wrld from goa to katmandoo we seen the ancient piramids we done the nile in a canoo i thought id never see it throuh we came back some time last year gone to the schol of art then down to the gallary where she opened up my hart she said i never thought about it like that well now we live the quiet life got a coupple of kids in school and a dog that eats me out of house and home and plays me for a fool but i just keep my cool

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Date: 9/9/2009 4:58:00 AM
Kenny, Reading your poetry today has been a pleasure. Thank you for sharing your words. This poem is a delightfully sweet narrative poem. Or is it a ballad?!?!? Keep writing, new poet friend. And thank you for your comments on my poetry as well. Have a super Day! Lovingly, Dane Ann
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