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1977* by Tiger the Lion
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02-25-2018, 05:25 PM
1977
The streetlights have only just come on and Father’s summoning whistle stabs into the park. I could kiss you quickly (before it gets dark) and have an excuse to turn and run. * Original thread can be found here.
It could be worse
02-25-2018, 05:50 PM
It's summer, isn't it? I can smell it. Lovely.
02-25-2018, 06:10 PM
I love this moment and all it brings with it. When I reread the original thread and all the things other people saw in this I just want to shake it off. I'm glad it has been isolated here so I can have it my way.
 One of many of your works that stick with me.
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02-25-2018, 06:40 PM
can't believe i missed this little pearl tiger, how brave our first kiss was back in the day. you capture the thoughts behind the mechanics of it superbly. good choice for the hogs-spot
02-26-2018, 02:34 AM
I'm always awed by how you can use adverbs and it's ok.
You post so much great work. Congratulations! 
02-26-2018, 02:38 AM
Your use of stabs is so good contextually. Tightly written, very nicely done.
The secret of poetry is cruelty.--Jon Anderson
02-26-2018, 08:29 AM
Thanks guys. It's a privilege to be read by you all.
02-26-2018, 09:48 AM
I like this poem, muchly.
Well deserved spotlight, Tiger
there's always a better reason to love
02-26-2018, 05:05 PM
Love this one, it really got inside my own memories, so well crafted. Congratulations TTl
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