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I am a published author,
it means so much to me.
My poem stands in a boudoir,
a lady's gallery.
She rises in the morning,
my poem is there to see.
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She reads a while, it makes her smile,
and then she thinks of me.
She reads a while,
it makes her smile.
I hope she thinks of me.
LCK © May, 2000 |
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