Saturday, July 25, 2009


Rating: 4.8
The ever generous Maker gave us
a beautiful sunny day; Sunday.

But the fisherman's boat
Had hit the shoal,
And rain drops fell off the pane.
Who was in pain?

The echoes of a beautiful cry
Could be head outside the magnificent
But dilapidated structure.
It was the advent
Of one of the Maker's
Most priced creations; Clara

Just a little child she is,
But fills my heart with overwhelming delight
And pastes a smile on my visage
With every epithet she spews
Coupled with her
Beauty and innocent virtues -
She is perfect.

She is perfect,
How I wish she would be the same forever.
Kobik William
Dorothea Forbes 26 December 2010
beautiful and cool i love the way u put u'r words together.
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Obinna Eruchie 30 August 2009
This is adorable, Kobik, well done.
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Enjoyed with joy. Thanks Ten dr. sakti
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Ben Gieske 03 August 2009
Walking at the Mall, I look at all the faces. Those of the children are always mysteries of beauty.
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