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Post by Cory Raymond on Mar 27, 2014 16:24:24 GMT -6
He stands at attention, high above the ground, a little winged soldier, proud of what he's done.
She studiously cleans her feathers, a picture of dovely indifference; they're parents-to-be.
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Post by Daniel Mark Extrom on Mar 27, 2014 23:15:18 GMT -6
Very cute, Cory! Aah, parenthood. But it sure doesn't feel like spring in Chicagoland!
Dan
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Post by Brigid Briton on Apr 19, 2014 20:32:41 GMT -6
Sorry I missed this first time around, Cory. A nice, intimate view of pre-family life. Enjoyed it! Brigid
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Post by Reilley on Apr 24, 2014 18:52:35 GMT -6
This was a sweet morsel, a ripe fig of poetry.
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Post by Brigid Briton on Apr 25, 2014 8:00:00 GMT -6
Reilley, you are too funny! A ripe fig of poetry! Now I'm craving figs!
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Post by Cory Raymond on Apr 28, 2014 13:30:53 GMT -6
Thanks to all of you for your comments. Special thanks to you, Reilley. I've never had my poetry compared to a ripe fig before. I like it! Cory
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Post by eiken on May 14, 2014 2:48:23 GMT -6
Yes, love the idea of this being a ripe fig of poetry LOL. Delightful and rich. I love the poem Cory, bliss as I am watching doves here too, they are eating my grass seed!!!! Lovely work.
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