Charming, My Dear
A zillion ways, I think, to charm
Tiny kittens will always me disarm
Children licking on an ice cream cone
An old man sitting on a bench alone
I do not know what charms you, dear
This poem won’t do it, I sorely fear.
SECOND PLACE WINNER
written May 18, 2021
for "Charm Me" contest
by Line Gautier
Copyright © L Milton Hankins | Year Posted 2021
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