The rusty padlock cries at the gate.
'Oh! It's almost closed.'
'Fortunate lovers sat a long time here and they were gone somewhere hand-in-hand.'
Lopsided rickety bench grumbles.
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The ingredients of your poem provide an unlikely mix - and yet they blend together perfectly to make a sumptuous dish. Thanks for the dedication from Jerry and me. love, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥
Love and remembrance. your talented brush paints a forlorn picture of something that once was, but can never quite be again. Thank you for the dedication. Always your friend at poemhunter, Sandra