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LAGNIAPPE

In a corner of the town, stands a building of antiques.
Not an ordinary building but one that percepts the imagination;
sense datum begins and a scene takes place.

I am transpose to my great grandmother days.
I see the rocking chair that she owed 
and the Raggedy Ann Doll given to me by her.

She is telling the store’s owner about his antiques
that this rocking chair was her favorite piece.
Oh, and she would like this doll for her grandbaby.

She said she wanted several rooms of furniture.
All must be vintage like her.
However, do not think of her as old.

She was short and plump with olive skin.
Her hair radiance gleamed.
Her smile meant everything.

She almost forgot my small gift that is when she shouted Lagniappe.
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Sponsor: Black Eyed Susan
Contest Name: Antiques

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  1. Date: 4/8/2014 11:06:00 PM

    Great poem about your grandmother. Sound like a real cutie. Well written......Peter
  1. Date: 4/8/2014 11:04:00 PM

    Great poem about your grandmother. Sound like a real cutie. Well written......Peter
  1. Date: 4/8/2014 8:09:00 AM

    Verlena, My wife enjoys going to antigue shops. One of her best past times. Nice vintage poem.
  1. Date: 4/8/2014 12:43:00 AM

    what a nice poem this is. I enjoyed learning about this cute grandma you had!

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