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This rainy morning you gave me a feel of your flowers Thank you I want to give you a poem in return Soaked in  pleasant smell of the showers I like your eyes going through these words from green fern Thank you I want to give you a poem in return As you sing in the fifth avenue pavement I like your eyes going through these words from green fern As the passer-by drops a dollar swayed by the moment As you sing in the fifth avenue pavement Raindrops dripping from your soft brown hair As the passer-by drops a dollar swayed by the moment You smile and feel you can now pay for the Medicare Raindrops dripping from your soft brown hair Your old mom is in her sickbed at your home You smile and feel you can now pay for the Medicare I have mentioned her in a stanza of my poem Your old mom is in her sickbed at your home Look the sky is clearing up and the blue returns I have mentioned her in a stanza of my poem Let us pray she gets well and you are in my arms Look the sky is clearing up and the blue returns Soaked in pleasant smell of the showers Let us pray she gets well and you are in my arms This rainy morning you gave me a feel of your flowers
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Jul 23, 2017
Jul 23, 2017 at 9:22 AM UTC
A Pantoum from a slice of life
This rainy morning you gave me a feel of your flowers Thank you I want to give you a poem in return Soaked in  pleasant smell of the showers I like your eyes going through these words from green fern Thank you I want to give you a poem in return As you sing in the fifth avenue pavement I like your eyes going through these words from green fern As the passer-by drops a dollar swayed by the moment As you sing in the fifth avenue pavement Raindrops dripping from your soft brown hair As the passer-by drops a dollar swayed by the moment You smile and feel you can now pay for the Medicare Raindrops dripping from your soft brown hair Your old mom is in her sickbed at your home You smile and feel you can now pay for the Medicare I have mentioned her in a stanza of my poem Your old mom is in her sickbed at your home Look the sky is clearing up and the blue returns I have mentioned her in a stanza of my poem Let us pray she gets well and you are in my arms Look the sky is clearing up and the blue returns Soaked in pleasant smell of the showers Let us pray she gets well and you are in my arms This rainy morning you gave me a feel of your flowers
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probir-gupta
Jul 23, 2017
Jul 23, 2017 at 9:22 AM UTC
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