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Seventeen Is the Lucky Number

Loneliness that throbbed inside deep seams At ten I felt sad and small, full of wrath Supine I fall, lamenting childhood dreams Under my weeping willows’ green aura My idyllic sheltered cave of empath With veneration, I’d smile if I could Through the incidental grief of childhood 7-5-2019 17 is the lucky number contest "Shelter Me" sponsor: Lu Loo 3rd Place

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Debjani Mitra

Date: 7/13/2019 11:21:00 AM

So smoothly you have written.. I found this so difficult rules... Best of luck for a placement

Jeanne Mcgee
Date: 7/13/2019 12:49:00 PM

Thank you Debjani...yes I found this one very hard too. But then this memory of the weeping willow came back to me and it was a bit easier.

Sandra Adams

Date: 7/9/2019 10:24:00 AM

Nicely penned, i slipped back into childhood with you for a moment! Poignant yet beautiful poem! :) hugs

Jeanne Mcgee
Date: 7/11/2019 11:55:00 PM

Childhood isn't always a fairy tale for sure! lol

Winged Warrior

Date: 7/8/2019 9:43:00 AM

Heartfelt emotive write my friend...best in line for a win, Jeanne...sending love...^WW^ :o)

Jeanne Mcgee
Date: 7/8/2019 4:08:00 PM

Thanks WW...your words are encouraging for sure. It was amazing how the words that were chosen brought back this memory!

Andrew Fairchild

Date: 7/8/2019 12:28:00 AM

I love it! What a sweet petite episode, reminds me in content of Fern Hill by Dylan Thomas ... "as I was young and easy under the apple boughs"

Jeanne Mcgee
Date: 7/8/2019 4:12:00 PM

Thank you so much...I always loved to lay under that tree and "lament"!