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Blue Suits and Bibles I have a painting, a condor-looking man. Tight, prim, blue-suited man. A book tucked under his arm, the other falling emptied taloned Falling from the severity of Great Depression fall Holy words, rapture, Divine intervention and all Falling amid dust only sometimes clattered up to give the light illusion Enough that I did not go back when Miss Culberson Added to my data...the man in blue was a Bible Salesman she could recall That stole a child's dinner on a hope and all I did not go back to capitalize “bookâ€. |
This Poem was Critiqued By: Dellena Rovito On Date: 2008-10-03 23:31:01
Critiquer Rating During Critique: 10.00000
James,
I like this! I can visualize the painting....the condor look.
I like the ending.......
That stole a child's dinner on a hope and all
I did not go back to capitalize “bookâ€.
Hope and 'all' can be squelched by whats in the good book.
I didn't cap it either.
Good job.
Dellena