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A CROOK MAN

FROM MY ROOF GARDEN, PICTURE TAKEN BY ME, (c)

A Crook Man

There was a crook man once upon a time

Who made a living by committing crime

Each day something would he steal

Life was nothing but a thrill

Untill was imprisoned at his prime!





(c) Demetrios Trifiatis
       03 August 2016


10-10-7-7-10
Copyright © | Year Posted 2016

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Andresen Avatar
August 4, 2016 at 12:26 PM
- A meaningful limerick, my friend - Enjoy reading it, great written - hugs // Anne-Lise :)
Godwin Avatar
August 3, 2016 at 8:30 AM
I am not surprised that you keep and thrill to a garden, it just fits. Your limerick provides humor to a harsh truth! Well done, Demetrios. Be well, dear one ... CayCay
Godwin Avatar
August 3, 2016 at 11:11 AM
I, too, love flowers, plants and gardens for they bless me with the feeling that I have co-created with God and it is I who flourish in their beauty and gifts. I get it! My small balcony is plant loaded, and my apartment has many houseplants to love. Smiles to you and keep on growing beauty through plants, words, acts and deeds.
Trifiatis Avatar
August 3, 2016 at 10:39 AM
Yes, dearest CayCay, I created the garden on the roof seven years ago! Since then, all around the year I have flowers. At this moment I have got around 300 pots of different sizes. Some of my plants are up to 3,5 meters tall. Lots of work and love but rewards of beauty as well! Thank you very much!
Gupta Avatar
August 3, 2016 at 5:00 AM
A nice poem with a message as well ...
Trifiatis Avatar
August 3, 2016 at 10:35 AM
Thank you my good friend, Probir! Wonderful to receive your visit and lovely comment!
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