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Adds a whole new dimension to “grow-your-own” – I’ll remember your little gem next time I “grow-my-own” on the allotment!
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Hoi hoi!
Love your poem to bits.My love and I have an allotment garden for 10 years.
But I never heard of earth day before.I planted an acer in my son’s garden on the 22nd.
What a find, this poem of yours on earth day where everything comes together
Talking bout a secret garden!
Kind regards, Gus
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Willow posted in the group National Poetry Month
Not Really Mine…
as passion spills from my pen…
I show him what I’ve written
ask if I should share…
or keep it hiddenhe quietly demures…
shakes his head and says…
he would not censure my words
that I own my verseI smile and sigh
knowing the truth deep inside
without him…
these little love notes…
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PAR (Paulo Acácio Ramos) posted in the group National Poetry Month
The Day That Remembers What You Forgot
April 22nd is more than a day.
It is a melody you almost recognize,
a Beatles’ song that never made the album,
a tune humming in the back of your skull
like a childhood you can’t quite place.It plays faintly,
as if someone left a radio on
in another universe.
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Fia Naturie posted in the group National Poetry Month
Thoughts
High expectations
Will never understand now
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Fia Naturie wrote a new post
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Powerfully penned, Fia. Excellent write as always my friend. Nicely done. Appreciate you, Cuz.
Damian
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Expectation will always be man’s downfall. We have an infinite capacity to disappoint each other. Short but powerful
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Erotic Gardener…That is a good name. Your poem gives me a subtle invitation in the beginning without saying it out right till the end what the tree was.