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A Mornings Word 11/15/07
WW ( / Rock Hill SC)

A Mornings Word 11/15/07

Poem By wordsy wright

Tracing drawn upon memories
keepsakes etched in time
and the dreams once thought forgotten
find themselves in long lost rhyme

As woven words are wound about
and fitted to the tale
to pass along our favorite thoughts
the ones we always tell

Like a tantalizing troubadour
whose time has come about
to grace the ears of all who hear
the liars and the lout

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This here is a Sharp poem! Always, Linda