Tag: poem
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Boat to Bombay
By Mark Quinn They work the boat like clockwork,sailing to Bombay.They sail the the boat so steady,hoping not to stray.Varuna the god of oceansmakes the passage clear.We reach the coast of Indiawithin a calendar year.The sea was calm like a painting,oh so calm and still.We crossed the Arabian Sea,it was such a thrill.The sun was
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Tall Man
Here is a little limerick for you, it came to me during a nap (zzzz). There once was a man that I knew,he grew and he grew and he grew.He got oh so talland I was so small,there once was a man that I knew.
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Flicker
By Mark Quinn The candle flickers in the dark,bouncing shadows off the wall;images small or images talldancing on the shadowed wall.What can you see in the flame?Can you see your future’s fame?Do you see your darkest past?Will you let your imagination last?Look deeper into the glow,don’t dwell and go too slow,keep your eye on the
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