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RE: Darkness Calls, a poem about loss.

in #poetry • 7 years ago

!!! I don't know how I missed reading and responding to this (you asked me to take a look on one of my posts)--this is good! I would work on editing the spacing a little and fix a couple of grammar issues, but it's really quite good!! Thanks for sending me here!

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    “When the girl returned, some hours later, she carried a tray, with a cup of fragrant tea steaming on it; and a plate piled up with very hot buttered toast, cut thick, very brown on both sides, with the butter running through the holes in great golden drops, like honey from the honeycomb. The smell of that buttered toast simply talked to Toad, and with no uncertain voice; talked of warm kitchens, of breakfasts on bright frosty mornings, of cosy parlour firesides on winter evenings, when one's ramble was over and slippered feet were propped on the fender, of the purring of contented cats, and the twitter of sleepy canaries.” ― Kenneth Grahame, The Wind in the Willows 🍞

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       7 years ago 

      can you tell me the grammar issues?

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