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To a Whistle

Your sound flew through the air, A blaring auditory missile, Though no one that I noticed Seemed to cringe or even bristle. The driver of the bus, however, Waited just a bissel,* Enough to let on board the man Inspiring this epistle. *little bit in Yiddish

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Paul Callus

Date: 12/3/2016 7:17:00 AM

And here comes my whistle of approval, Ilene:) Well done! Regards // paul

Maurice Rigoler

Date: 12/2/2016 1:17:00 PM

Haha! Love the line "A blaring auditory missle" for a whistle. Clever, clever. As for my poem on the Greek Boy, I, too, have seen many of them, in Greece, and the Louvre. Beautiful things, though imperfect, sadly. Known as "Kouros" in Greek. Mazel tov! / M

Eileen Manassian

Date: 12/1/2016 4:41:00 PM

:) Dear me....You can write poetry about just about everything!!! So talented. :)

Jan Allison

Date: 12/1/2016 11:36:00 AM

Cute rhyme Ilene - the only whistle I hear regularly is for the steam train leaving the station:-) hugs Jan xx