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The Vagabound

The Vagabond A vagabond, or so it was thought Carried his belongings over his shoulder I was young, he, not that much older He was so handsome, but conceited not I wondered at the magic he brought A gentleman was he, his manners were self Taught, I blushed when he smiled at me, I had been Caught, I smiled back, his eyes seemed to smolder If passion was his true intent His gifts could be heaven sent Alas, he was but a vagabond And I am a Demoiselle Did he follow me down by the pond? The answer, I will never tell

Copyright © | Year Posted 2012




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Date: 9/6/2012 1:49:00 PM
Hoping you continue to find the inspiration to write and share your wonderful poetry with us Linda. I enjoyed reading your poetry very much today. Love, Carol
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Linda Barr
Date: 9/6/2012 3:03:00 PM
Thank you for the comment. I enjoy writing poetry. Expwect more.
Date: 9/6/2012 7:05:00 AM
nice times.... when life is free and fun.
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Linda Barr
Date: 9/6/2012 3:04:00 PM
Thank you for the comment. I'm glad you enjoyed it.
Date: 9/5/2012 10:24:00 PM
:)sweet write
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Date: 9/5/2012 10:24:00 PM
C'est tres bon. A good write.
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