Jim Milks

Rookie - 0 Points (2/7/1966 / Boston)

A Million Years To Sunday - Poem by Jim Milks

I hold you close and lay your head upon my chest
I kiss your soft and pale cheek and whisper
“shhh little Dove, rest”
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Comments about A Million Years To Sunday by Jim Milks

  • Rookie - 3 Points Original Unknown Girl (11/6/2008 8:24:00 AM)

    Great title, great poem. Enjoyed reading this. HG: -) xx (Report) Reply

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  • Rookie - 270 Points Kesav Easwaran (7/2/2008 9:13:00 PM)

    lines most touching, jim...sad and vibrant...good write (Report) Reply

  • Freshman - 908 Points Paul Butters (4/20/2008 1:18:00 PM)

    Complete as well now (that you've retyped) . As I said, a moving and good poem. Paul. (Report) Reply

  • Freshman - 908 Points Paul Butters (4/20/2008 8:45:00 AM)

    A moving poem Jim, well written. Just check line 2 - suggest change 'you' to your', and line 13 - change 'shinning' to 'shining'. Cheers. Paul. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie quercus : I've never got paid for my hits... (4/9/2008 4:05:00 PM)

    Interesting... sounds you know something the other person doesn't.... let them wait till Sunday, then... what if assumptions are wrong? (Report) Reply








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