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    dots Submission Name: Zandaleedots
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    Author: greensnake
    ASL Info:    60/female/ N.C.
    Elite Ratio:    4.17 - 770/691/75
    Words: 52
    Class/Type: Poetry/Love
    Total Views: 1537
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    Description:
       This was a quickly written poem for my grand daughter. She said that now she was famous because someone had written a poem about her. So I posted this so that she could be famous. Love will do most anything.


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    Zandalee is my pride and joy.
    A girl just like no other.
    None can compare and even
    Dare to try and rise above her.
    And steal my heart away from her,
    Let me tell you it can't be done.
    Everything I do and see
    Evolves from my love for Zandalee




    Submitted on 2005-02-21 17:57:07     Terms of Service / Copyright Rules
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      well see you caught me off gaurd on this one because I have a movie called Zandalee with Judge Rinehold in it and I thought maybe you had seen the movie and was inspired by that. But this is even better you see ...
    This was nice and your famous grandaughter should be proud, as should you!
    !Doc~
    | Posted on 2005-04-03 00:00:00 | by dr_tigger | [ Reply to This ]
      I LIKE THE THOUGHT AND WARMTH OF THIS POEM. THERE ARE A FEW THINGS THAT NEED WORK THOUGH...THE FLOW TENDS TO BE VERY HARD TO FOLLOW. OTHER THEN THAT I THOUGHT THE POEM WAS LOVELY. A SWEET TRIBUTE TO YOUR LITTLE GRANDAUGHTER. :O)
    | Posted on 2005-02-21 00:00:00 | by gypsy83 | [ Reply to This ]
      Well I dont believe it "bashing" poetry...this is beautiful....I love how cute it is....sounds like you really love your granddaughter and that makes me smile. I hope that when I'm older and have children I'll be able to write such cutsie things for them.
    | Posted on 2005-02-21 00:00:00 | by reveries | [ Reply to This ]
      love is the reason for poetry. and so are granddaughters and all children for that matter. wonderful poem for a famous little girl!
    | Posted on 2005-02-21 00:00:00 | by sierramuse8 | [ Reply to This ]
      Well, that's an unusual name, but Zandalee is very cute. I like it a lot. I like how you wrote this to sound somewhat childlike. It would be wrong to write something way over her head and say you wrote it for her. This is very sweet. I like how she said she's famous now. That's precious!
    | Posted on 2005-02-21 00:00:00 | by cuddledumplin | [ Reply to This ]
      Well I won't try and prise you from your affection. Maybe the bond between Grandparents and their grandchildren is uniquely stronger and unconditional because it is seperated by a generation, or maybe when you you reach that stage you are a bit more experienced and are capable dealing more expertly in the field of loving affections.
    | Posted on 2005-02-23 00:00:00 | by kanu | [ Reply to This ]
      I like it, but what really matters is that Zandalee likes it. I'm sure you wrote it for her to read, and not so much as a poem for the world. If she enjoys it, all else is irrelevant. It praises her and expresses your love for her. What more could anyone ask? So, let me say that reading it, in some ways, we get to share in that emotion. A job well done. A sweet poem for for a grand-daughter, written with love from her grandmother, and posted to make her famous. Tell her that we've now heard of her all the way up here in New England.

    Phil
    | Posted on 2005-02-24 00:00:00 | by phil askew | [ Reply to This ]
      very sweet for Zandalee, and she gets to be famous! that's just precious. thanks for sharing this with us. i'm sure it just sent Zandalee over the moon! sweet... you're a special grandmother for a special grandchild.
    | Posted on 2005-02-25 00:00:00 | by magnicat | [ Reply to This ]
      And I've heard of her in New Zealand so she's really famous, because we are at the end of the earth where Hobbits live. She must be the granddaughter who reads teh chicken poems. I just might have to write her a second one. Arthur
    | Posted on 2005-02-26 00:00:00 | by hanuman | [ Reply to This ]
      You can tell your granddaughter this, I am going to use her name in my novel, what a great name. Your a very sweet grandmother for writing and sharing her dreams and wants,bravo

    This stated my day off with a smile
    | Posted on 2005-02-27 00:00:00 | by edthepoet | [ Reply to This ]
      How cute, now she's famous! What else can you say about a grandma who would do this? It's a very sweet poem and now at least those of us who commented
    know her. I thought maybe she'd like to see Cyrus,
    he just came by so she could pet him. Yeah, Cat shares Cy with me so he gets around a little more.


    Got any tuna?

    | Posted on 2005-03-05 00:00:00 | by nansofast | [ Reply to This ]
      This is so sweet Lynne, a personal unabashed tribute of love for your grandaughter, This is the type of write I don't comment on because it is so personal, and perfect poetic form and technique was not in mind as it was written. What it does though, is express loud and clear your feelings for that special girl, and what a lovely thought to do what you can to make her "famous". You are both lucky gals to have each other.
    Sally
    | Posted on 2005-03-06 00:00:00 | by Silverdog | [ Reply to This ]


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