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Poem Will Write Saw Driving Miss Daisy and poem will write Which had been playing on a Friday night When there was nothing else left to do So took wonderful wife who I love true. Valentine's Day was one it had been And the traffic outside was very thin For Brunswick County and I swear It's like living in the middle of no where. They were no Tandy or even a Freeman But still would go back and see it again Their all had been given by each one; People applauded after play was done. I'm glad Brunswick County has a place Where you can see a familiar smiling face Now make a supermarket at 17 and 211 And a lot of us will be in perfect heaven. James Thomas Horn www.poetrysoup.com

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Date: 2/16/2014 6:10:00 AM
Hi James stopping by to check out some of your poems. It sounds like you had a wonderful valentine. Excellent rhyme scheme. Enjoyed perusing this one.
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Date: 2/16/2014 6:17:00 AM
I'm glad my poem you just were reading But looks many times may be deceiving. Jim Horn. I am really on a roll today except have to get ready for church and take wife to choir practice. Amen. Jim Horn
Date: 2/15/2014 7:15:00 AM
Good morning James. I am amazed how The movie Driving Miss Daisy, took a role in this poem. Thanks for sharing a double moment. Morgan's one of the finest character out there. The movie is a catch, makes Valentines night interesting. Like the little ending. familiar smiling faces. makes this world a better place. Late Happy Valentine's, always -Linda
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Date: 2/15/2014 8:07:00 AM
It is always nice receiving a compliment from a grandiose poet such as yourself. I still remember the last scene where Daisy is being feed the Thanksgiving pie. That is almost like a milestone in each of our lives. I thought that you were the one thinking about dropping out of Poetry Soup or was that someone else? James Thomas Horn

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