Fun with Cinquain

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    Fun with Cinquain

    Mutt-dog
    sad hungry pup
    jumping licking panting 
    into my new home full of love
    JoJo

    Lady
    old lonely used
    sitting rocking waiting
    crying all alone for children
    Mother

    Summer
    fun hot humid
    sweating sizzling burning
    barbequing delicious steaks
    picnic

    Springtime
    glowing sunshine
    shinning growing coloring
    tulips into my winter world
    new life.

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    Tempy commented on Fun with Cinquain

    05-14-2010

    Lady old lonely used sitting rocking waiting crying all alone.... very catchy indeed.

    wheelsal

    05/14/2010

    Thank you for reading. Sally

    ginga commented on Fun with Cinquain

    05-08-2010

    sal, An interesting form you employed in this entertaining and quaint piece that causes one to chuckle and smile. ty ginga

    wheelsal

    05/27/2010

    Found another comment of yours I missed. Love it when you visit. Sally

    jademelissa74 commented on Fun with Cinquain

    04-28-2010

    What an amazing structure...the definitions of each scene are well offered and vividly painted. Thank you for such a delicate piece Sally! Love ya always~ See ya on Facebook ;)

    wheelsal

    04/30/2010

    Thanks again and again xxoo Sally

    knight4696 commented on Fun with Cinquain

    04-26-2010

    A unique write indeed. I enjoyed this fun to read poem. Nice Work! :) Ken

    wheelsal

    04/30/2010

    Fun it is and fun to write. Thanks, Sally

    WordSlinger commented on Fun with Cinquain

    04-25-2010

    Well al right JoJo has an anthem , lol, I used to have a pick a knees, lol, ty WS

    wheelsal

    04/30/2010

    JoJo definately has an anthem. He also smiles a lot. Thanks, Sally

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    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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