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This title is printed to order. This book may have been self-published. If so, we cannot guarantee the quality of the content. In the main most books will have gone through the editing process however some may not. We therefore suggest that you be aware of this before ordering this book. If in doubt check either the author or publisher’s details as we are unable to accept any returns unless they are faulty. Please contact us if you have any questions.
THE LAST LINE Spring again, the air is warm Thoughts are hazy, lazy day A line slips out and disappears Dandelion fluff, It blows away. I search my mind, it won’t return Decide I will remain at home And ponder why the poet tries And thinks that he can write a poem. A wisp returns, that line I lost The blowing wind a seed did find A brand new home, a place to grow In the fertile fields of my mind.
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This title is printed to order. This book may have been self-published. If so, we cannot guarantee the quality of the content. In the main most books will have gone through the editing process however some may not. We therefore suggest that you be aware of this before ordering this book. If in doubt check either the author or publisher’s details as we are unable to accept any returns unless they are faulty. Please contact us if you have any questions.
THE LAST LINE Spring again, the air is warm Thoughts are hazy, lazy day A line slips out and disappears Dandelion fluff, It blows away. I search my mind, it won’t return Decide I will remain at home And ponder why the poet tries And thinks that he can write a poem. A wisp returns, that line I lost The blowing wind a seed did find A brand new home, a place to grow In the fertile fields of my mind.