by Victoria M Noxon
Friday, September 12, 2003
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Shadows, Shadows everywhere
most of all, it's over there.
No place to run, no place to hide.
Forever there, it's at my side.
I stand, I jump, I wave my arm.
The shadow's there with all its charm.
Silly little thing, that shadow is.
Never a moment does it miss.
A friend at night is what I see.
and it don't ever talk back to me.
I can talk non-stop, tell it all.
it stays right there - on the wall.
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|Reviewed by Zenith Elliott
|Victoria, I really enjoyed this poem. I had to giggle as I read it, recalling all the times I've been entertained by shadows...~Z~|
|Reviewed by James David Compton (Reader)
|I had a divorced friend once, who was so obnoxious even his shadow left him.|
|Reviewed by Cheryl Sellers
|great write, enjoyable read|