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My Poetry Book
A book all of my own
Where ideas have a place to play
Weary thoughts a place to rest
And ideas a place to ponder.
Pages bound by glue and press
Waiting for a friend to give them meaning
A purpose oh so simple
Yet so profoundly special to me
Thursday 13th May 2021 9:53 am
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