Would You Love Me If I Wasn't a Poet? POTD
In a pretty rose garden we were having tea, the butterflies were kissing the flowers and the birds were singing.
I asked my dear friend of twenty years, Would you love me if I wasn't a poet? A big smile came over her winkled face,
then a twinkle in her eye appeared.
Oh yes my friend,
your humor is what makes you so very dear. You had your humor before you became a poet, your writings bring it to life for all to read.
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