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Town Crier
by OnepoetGem *the Poetic Rapper
Sunday, November 02, 2008
Rated "G" by the Author.
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Twist and shout, let it all hang out, or be more refined, and a little less defined. |
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Before newspapers
before tv and camera capers
The town crier
shouted out the news
As poets we town cry
versing is the reason why
We tell it on ourselves
let others in on
some of our personal lives
might even spill the beans
on our husbands or wives
It depends on how we write
verse to excite
poetically fuss or fight
Even whether we're
wrong or right
Our verse takes flight
OnepoetGem
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| Reviewed by Lew Duffey |
11/3/2008 |
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Words that fly. We make rhyme out of thoughts that fleet past.
Beautifully said:
God Bless,
Lew |
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| Reviewed by La Belle Rouge Poetess Of The Heart |
11/3/2008 |
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| We can't help it can we Grady? Enjoyed this poem very much. |
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| Reviewed by Mr. Ed |
11/3/2008 |
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| Let it all hang out - Amen! |
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| Reviewed by E T Waldron |
11/2/2008 |
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You always write right! Excellent as always!
Eileen |
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| Reviewed by Karen Lynn Vidra, The Texas Tornado |
11/2/2008 |
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Great writing, Gem; bravo!
(((HUGS))), much love, and prayers for you~
As always, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :D |
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| Reviewed by Sandie May Angel-Joyce |
11/2/2008 |
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Wonderful write, Grady!!! I ditto Gene's comment.
Hope all is well with you.
Sandie Angel :o) |
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| Reviewed by Gene Williamson |
11/2/2008 |
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Good one, Gem. The true poet is neither right nor wrong.
He/she just is. -gene. |
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