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Slick Limerick

Many wonder what Andrew likes...
he likes the thrill of flying kites!
He does shout when one rises!
Will he win many prizes?
He laughs...knowing he fantasizes!

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Carolyn Devonshire

September 30, 2011 at 1:48 PM

Well, now I know we have even more things in common, Andrew. A love for flying kites and living in fantasy. LOL Great limerick, my friend. Congratulations on your win! Love, Carolyn

Ralph Taylor

September 30, 2011 at 10:33 AM

Congrats on your win, Andy. Nice going. Ralph

Dr.Ram Mehta

September 29, 2011 at 6:20 AM

Congratulations on the win in the contest of P.D., Andrew

Andrea Dietrich

September 29, 2011 at 1:06 AM

AHA, there you are again tonight Congrats again my sweet friend!

Poet Destroyer A

September 28, 2011 at 12:07 PM

ANDREW,,, CONGRATULATIONS ON YOUR SLICK LIMERICK,,, THANK YOU,..P.D.

Linda-Marie Sweetheart

September 28, 2011 at 10:53 AM

Congrats Andrew on another grand win with this cleverly crafted entry my friend.. we flew kites all summer long on the beach and it was amazing..

Carol Sunshine Brown

September 28, 2011 at 10:40 AM

Congratulations Andrew, on your "Slick Limerick" contest win sponsored by P.D. Love, Carol

Bob Quigley

September 28, 2011 at 10:32 AM

Congratulations on your win Andrew

Andrea Dietrich

September 24, 2011 at 12:29 AM

I can imagine you as this kind of a boy, Andrew. Do you still fly kites even today? I mean, is it truly something you have liked? That is sure an interesting pastime, and you came up with a great limerick.

Gwendolen Song

September 23, 2011 at 5:21 PM

For originality...a 7! Kite flyers are dreamers, always looking to the sky...observing clouds, birds, the characteristics of wind...I love your limerick!....There is an arboretum near my home and often I see an old man with a Black Glad Trash Bag tied to the end of a fishing pole....This is his kite...he is in heaven when he hits the highest heights! Have a great one, Andrew. Gwendolen