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Emerald Avenue
Contributed by
duff
on
Tuesday, 15th November 2016 @ 05:51:05 PM in AEST
Topic:
Lifepoems
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The birds flying mend blue
Wave as she walks her nose
Bermuda lawn emerald view
A trophy sheer stiletto pose
Black mercedes shining neat
Champagne pseudo socialite
Hello darling bought the teeth
Beluga cracker their appetite
The boring czar a foolish lie
Tsukasa his stock resolution
Yellow taped neighbors spy
Interment a plotted solution
Copyright ©
duff
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2016-11-15 17:51:05]
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Re: Emerald Avenue
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by ming on
Tuesday, 15th November 2016 @ 08:30:03 PM AEST
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I can see it all. That is your gift. You say so little but paint a large picture.
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Re: Emerald Avenue
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by The_Callif on
Wednesday, 16th November 2016 @ 07:52:48 PM AEST
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I absolutely love your style. The flow you exhibit is amazing!!
Thanks for sharing
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Re: Emerald Avenue
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by ingeniusidiot on
Friday, 18th November 2016 @ 09:48:04 AM AEST
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You have a unique style yet it flows so smoothly. I really like this piece. keep it up :)
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Re: Emerald Avenue
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by JamesStockdale on
Tuesday, 22nd November 2016 @ 04:57:30 PM AEST
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Great job. To me you just sit down and let it rip.
That/'/s how I read it. And with that style comes a jewel.
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Re: Emerald Avenue
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by softerware on
Thursday, 1st December 2016 @ 07:37:04 PM AEST
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This is as close to walking through an art museum as I can get. One image after another, each with its own story; many textures; riotous colors to flat grays; tiny masterpieces hidden in the corners and beneath the words.
Breathless is the only word for traveling with you on this path. The bonus is, to read it again and find a corridor I missed!
I envy your style. It is uniquely you, and I am enraptured of your talent.
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