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She came in when I was inner my room
In a movement I never saw her mother
Not talking and not looking
She Sobbed the air half dozen
And half Dozen heaved sigh
Glaring at all I own and me
And staring at my shadow
As I walked passed her.

What Ail thee Lass?
Tongue-tied she was
Shifting her axle from the holder
Like the panting mouth of a dancer
When she stood up
It was a belly in globe shape
Nerves- quake I became because
I had not planned
A bed-warmer maid at the period
she laughed and paced to my bed.

Prince Mahakwe Paul

Copyright 2004 Prince Mahakwe Paul

I wrote this poem with my pen name in

Prince odimegwu onwumere

God bless all writers for they are the image of God.

When you insult a writer, you'er not doing the best for him.But when you correct him, you're a good friend.
Cheers !

Odimegwu Onwumere

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The following comments are for "My Platonic Lass"
by princeo

Nice Princeo
Wow, I really like this. You are a good writer Princeo, that I haven't had the chance to read much of. I am glad to have foung the time and read this. Love that last 4 lines especially.

( Posted by: dareva [Member] On: September 26, 2004 )

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