Sara Kendrick Poet Rhyme

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Rose thrips....

Dear Friends, just imagination not my life....

Not Worth Rose Thrips

And in the morn creamy coffee
Sip, needing from my shoulders 
Mountain to lift, where go_what do?
Now that our love bitters

Much like coffee that has grown cold
Tasteless, stale wanting to bale
Remember how it used to be
Oh! The tales I could tell

And in the morn creamy coffee
Sip, wash your kiss from lips
Cheating, lying was_is your game
Your love not worth rose thrips

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Rhyme done in Poulter's measure

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Samia Ali Salama April 25, 2012 at 1:13 PM A very poweful poem Sara! I liked it very much ...Samia

Len Gasun April 18, 2012 at 9:33 AM This is an incredibly nice write, Sara. I enjoyed reading it. More power and blessings always.

Debbie Guzzi April 17, 2012 at 5:40 PM Men! can't live with them can't live without them! Light & Love

Jack Horne April 16, 2012 at 1:44 PM wow, powerful write, sara. i only recently found out what a thrip was and found the word fascinating - i never thought i'd find them in a poem, lol