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Timely -Return Gift

Oh what a lovely gift
Esker left for thee

It's too late now to thank him
as somewhere he must be soaring
in the wilderness of time
nearer eternity

at times I often feel
we must attend to chores instantly
but then time tells us
silently
wait and see
may it not yet be really
timely

But alas none know
what is in store
beyond a wink
and just no more

this piece applies to Jess
and Moonman also

Style / type: 
Free verse
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I want the raw truth, feel free to knock me on my back
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We never know. Don't forget Lonny and Lou. Thank you for the reminder. ~ Geezer.
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There is value to commenting and critique, tell us how you feel about our work.
This must be the place, 'cause there ain't no place like this place anywhere near this place.

include them too
incidentally
what happened to JOE
HE was /is the best poet here we know
may ask stan also

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if Joe has gone from this Earth as of yet. I'm sure that when the time comes, we will. Thank you lovedly, for remembering him though. ~ Geezer.
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There is value to commenting and critique, tell us how you feel about our work.
This must be the place, 'cause there ain't no place like this place anywhere near this place.

he spoke very high of my poetic instinct
as one time you also said
If I continue I will be some one of high poetic value
so

I won two first
third runner's up special
and fourth first was Technically not accepted

as my mom wasn't a world's woman personality

that was
MOM'S SMILES
none the less many did merit it on another site it's my best poem since two tears Gee thanks to your encoragement

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Good poem about remembering people who've soared up to Heaven. They're in a lot better place here than on Earth.
You have some nice rhymes, like placidly, timely, etc. I didn't get to know those who died. My condolences to their friends here and their family.

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"My soul is painted like the wings of butterflies; fairy tales of yesterday will grow but never die, I can fly, my friends.” – Freddie Mercury

Ma;am this is really doubtful
I died in 1977
was lying on the rivers bank
then after a while was pulled out alive
I saw no heaven

but was then convinced
this is the only GARDEN
where Adam could have ever met Eden
and produced a futuristic
heaven
so be it amen

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AS I rea through my tears so many fine artists have gone from us ,Yes I am sure they are in a far better place

I do not know how or where Joe is now he is a fine gentleman and writer
perhaps we will never know of what has become of him Thank you for remembering Lon

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Thanks lynn

but there is no place after this one
I have for millennia traced
none has ever sent sms to me
incl my mom ----did you read my poem MOM'S SMILES
Pl do lynn

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