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A Small Room

I write my poems in a small room,
It is in the shape of a square.
Its walls and ceilings are cream,
I spend many hours there.

Because it suits me to do so,
I write my poems in a small room,
The room is quite crowded with all
That I possess (not one heirloom).

A great many books lie around,
I read a great deal of the time,
I write my poems in a small room,
But I read there when not at rhyme.

A small cabinet stands at the back,
It is partly hidden in gloom,
Little statues of birds are there.
I write my poems in a small room.





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