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Friday, February 25, 2011

The Ghost of Forgotten Lines

It came and sat down gently on my lap,
Climbed onto the paper
And into a nap.

In softest voice, twice I told my brother,
Who calmly suggested
I write another.
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1 comment:

Judy said...

I like your work! I read the few above this one. I especially like the light, facetiousness of this particular poem.

xx.
Judy

March 17, 2011 at 10:27 PM

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