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About This Poem
I Wonder
I wonder if her clothing is spun with gossamer threads
does she have fairy dust upon her gentle head
are her legs as long as the ocean
and can her arms hug the world
Is her quill a peacock feather watching as it twirls
how did she come to know me
what made us a loving productive pair
maybe she is not a she at all
Curiosity has drawn me near
with no cares to fare
for my muse makes my life divine
with words penned quite well
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