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Forsaken abandoned old vintage luggage suitcase on the field summer sun light

Whitney2: Suitcase

One suitcase Left in a field Purposely Like a bread crumb On a trail Dropped by Hansel So he may find his way home
Copyright © | Year Posted 2017

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Dietrich Avatar
September 6, 2017 at 5:45 PM
You were kind of on the same track as I was but veered off in an opposite direction from me in this theme. I really like how this turned into a "bread crumb" kind of symbol!!
Cozart Avatar
September 6, 2017 at 6:03 PM
I wrote two sedokas. This was the one I like better. Thanks so much for your comments.
Warrior Avatar
September 5, 2017 at 10:05 AM
Well crafted my friend...luck for the contest...god bless...^WW^
Cozart Avatar
September 5, 2017 at 10:12 AM
Thanks, WW.
Pandit Avatar
September 4, 2017 at 3:59 PM
Well written verse--good imagination!
Cozart Avatar
September 5, 2017 at 10:13 AM
Thanks, Vijay.
Allison Avatar
September 4, 2017 at 2:31 PM
Oh how clever Dale I have got 5 lines done then the muse failed but the silly limerick came to me:-) hugs Jan xx
Cozart Avatar
September 4, 2017 at 2:34 PM
Thanks, Jan. I LOVE your limerick. But this poem is the first time in days the muse got out of bed and actually did something.
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