the eighties – year of my birth
two – brother and sister, the perfect number
two – Sir B and Izzie, pets I loved but lost
two – the almighty fairy god father and mother
everything I love is in twos
I hear even my teeth grew in twos
twos and me have a thing
ten and two strokes I received for noise in class
Miss Chuka, my teacher bellowed, you’re just an ass
two – number of times I’ve been in love
thirty two things you love about me
six 2 five reasons we think we cannot be
I want to so climb up a tree
twos and me so have a thing
I really enjoyed this! Thank you for sharing…
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Thank you Jesse, I’m glad you did!
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What a sweet poem 2 set dis beautiful sunday rolling….am quite njoyin some good doses of ur poems FGS recently,…I owe a lot 2 d godfather that crossed his sixty on thursday…a friend and wonderful daddy…d 2half of his sixties will be full of favors,grace & prosperity…xtend ma hearty cheers 2 him, sorry I couldn’t call him,lost his phone contacts I have b4…njoy!
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Nwanne mmadu! Thank you dear…. Yes daddy had a fabulous day, and I extended your birthday greetings! Thank you for always being here!
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fun way playing with numbers here.
well done
you are blessed.
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hahaha nicely done 🙂
here’s me this week: http://manojramani.com/?p=517
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Loved it 2 pieces.
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Quite entertaining!
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Hello my fellow Naija sister ;). I like the numbering idea of this piece.
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this is so cute and would make an excellent piece to teach small children about their numbers
http://gatelesspassage.com/2011/10/20/taken-from-me-on-halloween-night/
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This poem made me smile 🙂
Nicely put together.
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very creative and fun one.
🙂
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