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My Midnight Valentine - Slight Revision

She comes to me on four small feet which softly on my blankets tread. So beautiful is she, so sweet; she comes to me on four small feet, then reaches out her paw to greet me as I waken in my bed! She comes to me on four small feet which softly on my blankets tread. Like silken midnight is her fur. A black cat is my valentine. It soothes me to be petting her! Like silken midnight is her fur; a dulcet lullabye's her purr! This green eyed beauty is all mine. Like silken midnight is her fur. A black cat is my valentine. Jan. 28, 2019 for Chantelle Anne Cooke's Midnight Valentine Poetry Contest

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Date: 2/11/2019 12:08:00 AM
Well, I don't follow contests, but congrats, you seem to have won. But contests or no, this piece is well writ and makes an interesting reading.
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Date: 2/5/2019 1:05:00 AM
Congratulations on your win Andrea. I am happy you made the list. : ) xxoo
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Date: 2/3/2019 11:12:00 PM
Nice triolet. Good flow,
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Date: 1/31/2019 2:05:00 PM
I must learn how to write a triolet, this is so sweetly charming, wishing you good luck in the contest!
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Date: 1/30/2019 8:45:00 PM
How sweet Andrea. I love cats. I have always had a cat in my life until the past two years when our last Tommy cat died. I know how much cats and dogs mean to you too. Best luck for the contest. xoxo : )
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Date: 1/30/2019 3:01:00 PM
Cats are so mysterious aren' t they!! I like the words "silken midnight" Good luck in the contest. I am in an Israeli poetry contest and am hoping for the best! Peace & Love Matthew Anish
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Date: 1/30/2019 12:27:00 PM
She sound like a wonderful purring Valentine, gl in the contest Andrea, love your creativity today
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Date: 1/29/2019 9:39:00 PM
Wonder write Andrea...Did you mean 'out' in line 5?.....Hugs
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Date: 1/29/2019 7:36:00 PM
I love this, Andrea. Black cats get such a bad "rap" and yet they purr and love us just as much as any other kitty. Great little poem...as usual. :D
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Date: 1/29/2019 7:17:00 PM
So beautiful! My grandson’s favorite cat was Mohawk, a black fur cat. I love - a dulcet lullaby’s her purr!
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Date: 1/29/2019 5:56:00 PM
Love this, Andrea! There's some excellent imagery and a light-hearted feeling too. Best wishes in the contest. (Soup mail for you) Hugs, Carolyn
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Date: 1/29/2019 4:32:00 PM
A black cat is also useful come Halloween! Aloha! Rico
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Date: 1/29/2019 3:17:00 PM
awww, lovely write about Razzamataz - must try the triolet (you make it look so easy but I know it's not)
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Date: 1/29/2019 1:19:00 PM
Well written Andrea, have had some over time. Very independent animals but they certainly become part of the family. Tom.
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Date: 1/29/2019 7:24:00 AM
Your love for your cat shines through your words..a lovely rhythmic poem.
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Date: 1/29/2019 4:24:00 AM
Subject oh so different, and the poetry, well it just keeps on getting better and better.,,,,
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Date: 1/29/2019 12:07:00 AM
I know how you feel about cats. I experienced from reading your poem a love for the cat and you. I have a cat too. His name is Sammy. Janet Marie Bingham
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Date: 1/29/2019 12:02:00 AM
I love this poem. I love cats. I love the way you put the poem together in rhyme and also the way you showed me how much you love your cat. The description of the cat and you I found wonderful. Janet Marie Bingham
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Date: 1/28/2019 7:51:00 PM
Hi Andrea, Nice spin on the " Midnight Valentine " contest. I prefer dogs but I enjoyed this piece. I wish you the best of luck in the contest:-) Alexis
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Date: 1/28/2019 7:06:00 PM
Your valentine sounds beautiful! I used to have a green-eyed cat named Tommy who learned to make a cry that sounded like "Mommy!" when he was outside and wanted me to open the door and let him in. Good luck in the contest. This triggered Tommy's memory to me. I had not thought of him for a long time!
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