Author: Pamela O'Brien
I'm not sure why
But a smile keeps creeping up on my face
I suppose my only guess
Is because its one of those remarkable days
Where the sounds of life intrigue you
And you can't help but think its great
Now that's something that can't be explained
Like the smile creeping up on my face
Comments on this poem/writing:
|Martin Vann (184.108.40.206) -- Thursday, April 10 2003, 10:06 pm|
We seldom show it, for it seldom comes upon us. But when it does, I hope I can smile and share the Sunrays
you have shared with us. They bounce into your poem, like the smile upon your face. my heart is warmed by your poem, and my words are running hot. Best, I not, say, anymore.
|Leah06 (220.127.116.11) -- Friday, April 11 2003, 03:02 am|
I like this one too!!!
|Crystal (18.104.22.168) -- Sunday, April 13 2003, 10:12 pm|
I really liked this poem, it's really simple yet it has a comfortin-nice kind of way of joining words...it's pretty cool
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