Lil Fix It Man ~

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He crosses the street
handy lil blue fit-it kit
in hand. He professes
he can fix anything, with
everything he carries
inside.

First stop was a lonely mom
two boys, no father. All she ask
to measure the sidewalk
put a number on all the cracks
that kept cementing her fate.

Second stop, an "I am the man"
of this neighborhood. He requested
a fluffing of his vanity, his pretentious
pride needed another boost.
Like a peacock he strutted
around boasting of all his charming
I can do no wrongs.

Last stop for this day, he knocked
upon the door of I am retired
and need some peace. Home
day after day, she replied no service
needed at this time.

His lil solemn face smiled
cheeks dimpled as he spoke
to all three. He measured
counted, fluffed, and lastly left
upon these three, the impression
of a sweet lovely day
and the forget me not
innocent love of a child ...

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My Erotic TrailMy Erotic Trailover 17 years ago
excellent

I agree with blue, gifts of the heart (~_~) a wonderful and touching poem <grin nice one RF,

WickedEveWickedEveover 17 years ago
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Not sure about all your line breaks. Some don't seem quite right--but not bad.

This is a good stanza. I added a few suggestions for editing:

First stop was a lonely mom

(with) two boys, no father. All she ask(s)

(is)to measure the sidewalk(,)

put a number on all the cracks

that ke(ep) cementing her fate.

AnonymousAnonymousover 17 years ago
taking time to love

the lonely hearts ...you have designed a wonderful outline of sharing the gifts of

light...ty..big sigh...blue

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