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I presumed I perceived an abysmal sigh The last time I called on my mother's sepulcher She was though in agreeable amity thereby Wallowing in God's vicinity and altar No sooner had I my eyes sealed She cropped up and resolved the zephyr Annotating the decencies we've alas spoiled Ascribe their soul tumult and sever.

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Date: 1/2/2015 11:13:00 PM
Abdelwaheb.. powerful, well constructed write, my friend. Poetry Soup is a great place to display your creative, artist works. It's also an ideal place to meet and be shaped by other poets. Comment on their works and they will comment on yours. Give the contest a try as well. I look forward to reading more good writes in 2015.. HAPPY NEW YEAR! Please take time to check me out!
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Date: 1/6/2015 3:25:00 AM
Lyric Man thank you again,your comments and others certainly mean too much. I will of course savour all the poems accordingly on poetry soup with pleasure. Happy new year too. You've got to be blessed !