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Made It Through The Long Haul

Claude Debussay didn't inspire me As red sun set a fiery red ball And I ran away with no shawl Knowing there was no way to flee Trapped in your shuttered bourgeoisie Behind the mask, a plastered glee Pull Daisy's petals let them fall He loves me, loves me not at all The keys pound music none esprit It ends, made it through the long plea Actually Spanish Quintain There is no slot for this form... Inspired by Craig Cornish's contest Not an entry..

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Date: 6/3/2014 4:09:00 PM
It is a good thing you did not enter the contest with this poem - it is such a nice piece you might have beaten me out - I have entered the contest. New form to me! Peace & Love Matthew Anish
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Date: 6/3/2014 2:31:00 PM
sara, your well-defined piece work may be the kind of therapy many need... good stuff; i like.. huggs
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Date: 6/3/2014 1:12:00 AM
I can identify with a metaphoric message in this fine Quintain you have penned Sara. They are a bit of a challenge to write but I enjoy reading them very much.
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