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My first bride
Contributed by
girish
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Monday, 6th June 2005 @ 02:26:00 AM in AEST
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There`s my bride`s photo painted on the wall
Looking as if she is in real, I made a call
These poems a wonder, now: written by girish`s hands
Browsing them busily for a day and there she stands
For calling her up that spot of joy, she had
A heart how to say? too soon made glad
Too easily impressed; - she liked the poems whatever
On those pages, her look went everywhere
She rode with round the cabin all and each
Would draw from her alike, the praising speech
She thanked people around good! She really thanked
Here I know not the poem how she had ranked?
If that would exceed the mark? and if she let
Herself be lessoned so, nor plainly set
Never to stoop, Oh sir! She smiled, no doubt;
Whenever I passed her but who passed without
As if she`s real, will`t please you rise? We`ll meet
The company below, then I repeat
At starting is my object. Nay we`ll go
Together down sir, notice Neptune though
Taming a sea-horse, thought a rarity
Which sculptor has cast that in bronze for me?
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girish
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2005-06-06 02:26:00]
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Re: My first bride
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by emystar on
Monday, 29th August 2005 @ 01:04:56 AM AEST
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Good write, my friend and congradulations.
luv, huggs, smiles,
emy
I'm very happy for u. |
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