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Spectacles

Spectacles A blurry word is a pest, a missed meaning a chore. But lost specks are best, when never found ever more. And not spotted by my darling perched up high in my mane after an unrightously load roar and a heaping pile of disdain. Specs not found by my love sitting atop my fuzzy head is a gift from the heights above That I pray for instead.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2010




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Date: 6/2/2016 12:27:00 AM
Gene Garrett, well penned. Enjoyed reading your thoughts and words today. *SKAT
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Date: 6/1/2010 11:24:00 AM
I would like to welcome you to PoetrySoup Gene. Wishing you the best in your writing endeavors. If you have questions please feel free to ask anyone here. We are all willing to help and if we don't know the answer we will find someone who does. Love, Carol
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Date: 6/1/2010 7:59:00 AM
Funny stuff...I can relate..only I dont have the luxury of not having them on all the time. Congrats..enjoy your win. BG
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Date: 5/30/2010 9:38:00 PM
congratulatons on this light poetry, Gene! Perched high in my mane, a very cute line! Luv, Andrea
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Date: 5/30/2010 5:52:00 PM
Very funny and perhaps a bit embarrassing? Great poem congratulations on your win. Love, joyce
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Date: 5/30/2010 4:56:00 PM
Congrats on your HM in the Say the Word contest with this wonderful write.. enjoy your special honor.. with luv from the "Sweetheart"
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Date: 5/29/2010 4:32:00 PM
This is just so wonderful rhyming poem. Welcome to Poetry Soup and keep writing. Great job! Joseph
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Date: 5/29/2010 12:43:00 PM
Welcome to the Soup Family ... enjoyed your creative write.. with luv from the "Sweetheart"
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