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Music To Peel Grapes By

music to peel grapes by alone and drowsy after the storm thunder has melted away over the bay lights are low and soft melancholy serenade drifts sensuously through the room that is when they appear swirling about me in their full cocktail dresses sparkling as Christmas a mixture of expensive perfume wafts by I feel the air move Jackie’s music plays with my heart.

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Lim'Rik Flats

Date: 8/25/2017 9:20:00 AM

Methinks the mixture of music and your penchant for poesy combines into a lethal cocktail for mere mortal readers seduced by titles designed to entrap the indelibly curious. For me, peeling grapes will never be the same again! (oh wait, I have never peeled a grape) Forgive my meandering mind please, I admit only to a weakness for supremely serene wordestry. ~ j

Jannie Breedt

Date: 8/12/2017 12:17:00 AM

Oops, I found you too. The title of this one is reinforced by the end verse and the content sublime. I simply had to reciprocate after your gracious comments on mine but more so because you thanked me and I understood what you were trying to convey. Having said all this I simply am gobsmacked by your obvious talent. I shall read on...

Patricia Cresswell
Date: 8/12/2017 12:25:00 AM

Please excuse the tooo II think my finger had a hiccough lol. Thank you so much for enjoying this poem. We had several really bad thunder storms tonight. I decided toliston to Jackie Gleason Orchestra (I love them) and Melancholy Seranad was laying and the rest is poetry.