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Nine Ducks - Poem by Is It Poetry

Her drowsy head, mid summers heat.
He lifts his right wing, which is limp,
nodding satisfaction.
To hear him sing,
inside upon the water where the lake.
Indistinct these lakes are distant to between.
The oil on his feathers where they are green.
Spread across the open water,
romance has left seven separate trails.

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Comments about Nine Ducks by Is It Poetry

  • Rookie Tai Chi Italy (7/14/2011 11:57:00 AM)

    Tampa! lol Excuse my stupidity iip! lol I adore the title of this confident Drake with several ducks paddling in his lake, of a poem! lol

    I loved the limp wing image and the green of the plumage.

    Smiling at you

    Tai x (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, July 14, 2011

Poem Edited: Thursday, July 14, 2011


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