Pete Crowther

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Poem by Pete Crowther

When I was a child
My mother took me
To look for violets.
They grew in a secret place
On the edge of a wood.
Their petals were as blue
As my mother’s eyes.
This was long ago.

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  • john tiong chunghoojohn tiong chunghoo (8/13/2005 2:25:00 AM)

    short but lovely.(Report)Reply

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  • A. B. (5/26/2005 8:11:00 AM)

    Actually Mac, i think the line it was long ago adds beauty to the poem.(Report)Reply

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  • Mac Wilkey (2/23/2005 2:13:00 PM)

    I love it, but I don't think the last line adds anything-it's evident that it must have been long ago. Why not just dropp it?(Report)Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, October 25, 2004

Poem Edited: Friday, November 19, 2004

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