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Thursday, 12 October 2017

A Score To The Sore

James knows the score,
To help the poor,
He opens a welcoming door
Being friendly
To those feeling poorly,
Such as me,
As I am sometimes unwell
That he can tell. 

He is loving to his mother,
They are still living together,
He treats her respectfully
And makes her happy.
He split from his partner
As she was with another. 

© Andrew Stevenson 12/10/2017
 
A sonnet.
 
James is my nephew.
 
Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.
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6 comments:

  1. NatureFootstep12 October 2017 at 02:47

    yes, you are poet it seems. :) Thanks for visiting my blog :)

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    1. WordsPoeticallyWorth12 October 2017 at 03:03

      Thank you. You are welcome. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

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  2. azin irshad12 October 2017 at 12:47

    nice its awesome... and also thanks for visiting my blog

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    1. WordsPoeticallyWorth12 October 2017 at 13:02

      Thank you for thinking so. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

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  3. nashvillecats212 October 2017 at 22:29

    I also thank you for visiting my blog.....you too are kind.

    Yvonne.

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    1. WordsPoeticallyWorth13 October 2017 at 01:34

      Thank you Yvonne, you are welcome. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

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