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Quibble
Summer began in a small country home;
forest's shadow and fields a dog can roam.
A kiss of radiant warmth lay this day,
off wild running and chasing in gay play.
Like other children we trifling quibble,
over childish senseless art we scribble.
QUIBBLE over who's going to be first,
QUIBBLE who's acting like the very worst.
Though harmless quibble with one another
before twilight falls, still love each other.
Copyright ©
Eve Roper
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