(I.P.) 60 Word Poem - Gypsy Sue
By luigi_pagano
Sat, 14 Aug 2010
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She told me that her name was Gypsy Sue.
Her hair was the colour of ripe corn
and her eyes were a deep cobalt-blue.
She stayed just one night, until morn.
She had needed somewhere to lie
and a warm person with whom to lay.
She went early, without saying goodbye,
but where she was going I could not say.
© Luigi Pagano 2010
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Hi Luigi Pagano, This could
Permalink Submitted by skinner_jennifer on
Hi Luigi Pagano,
This could almost be the beginning of a story. A very
charming story, of companionship that was not to be.
Yes I like this poem very much.
Jenny.
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Haha - I see you beat me to
Permalink Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on
Haha - I see you beat me to it, Luigi.
A splendid poem! And the sixty word agenda takes quite some crafting, which you have mastered perfectly here.
Enjoyed;-)
Tina xxx
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Brilliant take on the IP,
Permalink Submitted by MistakenMagic on
Brilliant take on the IP, Luigi ;) A lovely, mysterious tale of the unrequited! Well done.
Magic xxx
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new Luig_Pagano H! Luigi,
Permalink Submitted by Cavalcader on
new Luig_Pagano
H! Luigi, enjoyed it all, and
tackling the (IP) well earn't cherry.
Myabe she was a Gypsy fortune teller, with lucky bunches heather, whoops cherries?!
Hard to do quick story, in 60 words, isn't it.
julie xx
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I've definitely got an idea
Permalink Submitted by MistakenMagic on
I've definitely got an idea in mind, dear Luigi ;) Whether it comes to anything is another question!
Magic xxx
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