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by Charles E Minshall

Poems are a poets children
That sometimes go astray.
But proud parents correct them
And send them out to play.

02/15/2003

Posted on 02/16/2003
Copyright © 2024 Charles E Minshall

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Anne Engelen on 02/16/03 at 07:02 AM

This is so ingenious! I like it very very much! You're an amazing poet!

Posted by Mary Ellen Smith on 02/16/03 at 07:21 AM

so true...sometimes they hang around a bit...shy I guess....cute poem about your "kids"

Posted by Vimal Rony on 02/16/03 at 04:02 PM

Very well said ....you father of short and sweet ones.

Posted by David R Spellman on 02/16/03 at 06:28 PM

Good one here Charles - here's to nurturing more of theses delights!

Posted by Mara Meade on 02/17/03 at 06:12 PM

They ARE like our children, aren't they? This made me grin from ear to ear!

Posted by Quentin S Clingerman on 02/18/03 at 09:01 PM

Wonderfully whimsical. I think most of us can relate to the idea well! :)

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