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Magnetic poetry
These words were pleasant
to the ear
like sweet honeysuckle
to the nose
through the air
the words flowed
in Summers breeze
we read a poem
tickling my chin
the touch of my hair
like dancing daisies
within sight
through the air
the words flowed
in summer's breeze
we read a poem
Copyright ©
Karen Croft
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