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Abba

Member since 2004 · Posted 13 Nov 2005 · 5 comments

A father's gift Though trinket defined Is untold wealth To the child it finds And words so small Not understood Withstand the beat of time Moments spent And kind words spoken One day define the man I'll grow big and strong And learn to love Me and daddy, hand in hand

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[n/a] Blindpoetry 13-Nov-05/3:08 PM Reply

Line 6: 'Withstand the beat of time' seemed out of place to me...
Could you explain how this ends the first stanza?

[n/a] oneglove › Blindpoetry 13-Nov-05/11:24 PM Reply

words of advice that dont make sense at the time can stay with us until years later when it finally becomes clear and can help guide us. i felt like there needed to be a break somewhere in the poem and that felt like the best place.

[n/a] ALChemy 13-Nov-05/9:12 PM Reply

Nice stuff.

[8] zodiac 14-Nov-05/3:53 AM Reply

As if you needed proof of God's existence, the first initials of the band members in ABBA (Abagail, Brian, Bjorn, and Agatha) actually spell ABBA.

[n/a] oneglove › zodiac 14-Nov-05/7:45 AM Reply

point taken