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Array ( [sid] => 186138 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => The finest of joys. [time] => 2019-04-18 02:06:27 [hometext] => Life saved the best for last.... [bodytext] => I adore..........
Stetson hats and horses noses; Amber sand between my toeses,
Cotton candy, jingle bells, Calliopes on carousels.
Big French Horns and kettledrums; Warm sandpaper kittens tongues.

Popcorn, Scrabble, velvet gowns; Weightless fluffy quilts of down.
Barefoot walks, mac and cheese; White sheets in a summer breeze.
Cuckoo clocks, and old tire swings, Suntanned hands with silver rings

Flowers wrapped in cellophane; Covered bridges in the rain,
Iron horses, baby grands, Big straw hats and paper fans,
Wicker rockers on the porch; New Yorks lady of the torch
Winds that swirl the autumn leaves. A tiny hand that tugs my sleeve.
Id gladly give these joys away,
If you would bid me come and stay.
And love you til my dying day.

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The finest of joys.

Contributed by softerware on Thursday, 18th April 2019 @ 02:06:27 AM in AEST
Topic: happypoetry

I adore..........
Stetson hats and horses noses; Amber sand between my toeses,
Cotton candy, jingle bells, Calliopes on carousels.
Big French Horns and kettledrums; Warm sandpaper kittens tongues.

Popcorn, Scrabble, velvet gowns; Weightless fluffy quilts of down.
Barefoot walks, mac and cheese; White sheets in a summer breeze.
Cuckoo clocks, and old tire swings, Suntanned hands with silver rings

Flowers wrapped in cellophane; Covered bridges in the rain,
Iron horses, baby grands, Big straw hats and paper fans,
Wicker rockers on the porch; New Yorks lady of the torch
Winds that swirl the autumn leaves. A tiny hand that tugs my sleeve.
Id gladly give these joys away,
If you would bid me come and stay.
And love you til my dying day.

Copyright © softerware ... [ 2019-04-18 02:06:27]
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Re: The finest of joys. (User Rating: 1 )
by JamesStockdale on Thursday, 18th April 2019 @ 03:15:26 AM AEST
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What a joyous ride.
I like this style. It breaks up the boring rhyme sequence.
Really great! Loved it!

Re: The finest of joys. (User Rating: 1 )
by Jecks on Tuesday, 23rd April 2019 @ 01:23:41 PM AEST
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A pleasure to read.
You have some interesting and unique favorites. But yes, they are trumped by love.

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