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[aid] => mick
[title] => The Pearl Buyer
[time] => 2005-04-20 16:21:36
[hometext] => This is a poem I wrote for a school project where we had to use part of the story The Pearl by John Steinbeck
[bodytext] => The stout slow man waiting in an office. His face - fatherly and benign. His eyes twinkling with friendship. A caller of good mornings, a ceremonious shaker of hands. A jolly man who knew all jokes and yet, who hovered close to sadness, for in the midst of a laugh he could remember your aunt. His eyes became wet with sorrow, for your loss. A single scarlet hibiscus in a vase on his desk. Beside the vase, a black velvet-lined pearl tray. He was shaved close to the blue roots of his beard. His hands clean, his nails polished. His door stood open to the morning and he hummed under his breath while his right hand practiced legerdemain. He rolled a coin back and forth over his knuckles, appearing then disappearing, spinning and sparkling. The coin winked into sight and as quickly, slipped out of sight. The man did not even spare a wink to his own performance. The fingers did it all mechanically, precisely, while the man hummed to himself and peered out of the window. Then he heard the tramp of feet of the approaching crowd and the fingers of his right hand worked faster and faster, until, as the figure of Kino filled the doorway, the coin flashed and disappeared. Kino had arrived to see the pearl buyer. [comments] => 2 [counter] => 178 [topic] => 43 [informant] => justme03 [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => oops )
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