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This Grim Place

Rating: 5.0

The alleyway was starved of sun,
no golden beams through it, did run.
In this dank murk sat cats on bins,
and drunkards sleeping off their sins.

Winds whistled down it, tossing trash,
large rats would make a sudden dash.
Famished felines would jump and pounce,
sending galvanized lids to bounce,
onto the ground. Silence broken,

swearing now from tenants woken.
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That last stanza is beautifully pleasing. t x

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Thad Wilk 25 April 2008

Bravo Ernestine! A very sad but capturing and thought provoking poem! ! A (Great Read! !) Best regards! Friend Thad *10 plus*! !

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C.R. Clark 25 April 2008

You paint a vivid picture of a place that is grim indeed. It's interesting to note, in the last verse, that even in a place so grim the people still enjoy the bond of friendship. A very good read though, a bit sad. Thanks for sharing Richard

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Duncan Wyllie 25 April 2008

Hope that this is not your neighbour-hood Ernestine, though a glimmer of light there still shines, That connection, of being in it together, that you speak of All the best, and thankyou again, for yet another poem of quality Love duncan X

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