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Higher

The wind sketches memories in the breeze. Little feet move, propelling giggles; “Daddy, push me please!” The wind draws my memories, transfixed by the breeze “To the sky, Daddy! To the sky!” Soft, faded memories, The wind blows and I move. Longing hangs upon the breeze. Small feet pumping shrieks; “Stop, Daddy, stop! Please?” ~~~~~~~ Title; "Higher Please" The wind blows with it I move memory stirs with the breeze. Small feet swinging, beat giggles; “Daddy push me please!” The wind blows with it I move retrospection stirs with the breeze. “Higher Daddy!” “Higher!” Faint, soft memories. The wind blows with it I move longing stirs with the breeze. Small feet, pump, pull and shriek; “STOP, stop” “Daddy!” “Please” - by Deborah Guzzi, 2/10/09 Contest, by Deborah Guzzi "Critcise ME, Take mY Verse & Turn it inside out Make YOUR own!” Friday, July 23, 2010

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Date: 7/24/2010 7:54:00 AM
Very nice interpretation of Debrorah's poem, I am sure she will love it ~ well done ~
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Date: 7/24/2010 7:05:00 AM
My poem is NOT meant as a correction to Deborah's work! Her words triggered memories of my own childhood, and of my dad, now deceased. She painted quiet a vivid picture!
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Date: 7/23/2010 5:30:00 PM
Nicely donely. Good luck in the contest
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