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Pout Tall by Rodney Evan Bohen Saturday, April 26, 2003 Share Print Save Become a Fan
Pout Tall Pout Tall young lassie stand pretty at all times be demure in the midst of heartache in broken heap found sulk not thou for long days as a wayfaring man for a lass is an eye breath in a desolate land my departure untimely this well known to me for a girl turns only once at the age of sixteen stand tall and pout pretty when you wonder in white rage for a young lass is an eye breath in a desolate age you walk in my spirit as I am mingled in yours so know this day my lassie this spirit yours in legacy I cast it as mantle upon you draped in eloquence emanating from you your heart like a bunny don't ever forget much softer than most folk more easily pricked you shall howl at injustice collapse under the moon filled by her beauty this also is you you shall know bad men walking and good side by side this spirit of virtu is thine alway like me by your side you shall notice the small and the helpless as well this eye has graced family for all time for well you'll walk tall smile proud pout tall when you must for a young lass is an eye breath on the wasteland we breath stand tall pout pretty be demure at all times remember my name for'tis yours now in time. Rodney Evan Bohen
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Reviewed by Josephine Bohen	5/9/2003

yup pouting tall is a prerequiste for any lass in this life. excellent advise spoken in love ahem your heart is showing




Reviewed by Melissa Rives	5/9/2003

You seem to render me speechless, Rodney....for I can't find the proper words to proclaim the greatness of your pen. You wield it well, my friend!




Reviewed by Malachy MacFarlane (Reader)	4/27/2003

You bestow your words upon us like a gift, enjoyed and devoured by we who are lucky enough to be so blest. Mal.




Reviewed by Retta (Reindeer) Mckenzie	4/26/2003

I love your style of poetry so much, These lovely free flowing thoughts just draw me down to the last word, didn't want it to end.. Excellent! Reindeer




Reviewed by ******* ****** (Reader)	4/26/2003

So beautifully wrought. You've a silvered tongue my friend..to be sure...and that Sir is a blessing.....ty, Dani




Reviewed by Elizabeth Taylor (Reader)	4/26/2003

Nicely done...




Reviewed by Patricia Gomes	4/26/2003

I swear I hear a mandolin off in the distance...and I remember sixteen too well.




Reviewed by Nicole Davis Vergara (Reader)	4/26/2003

I too enjoyed this one, glad I stopped by! :O) ~Nikki~