It was then
sitting beside the brook
stroking his mustache
Dear, dear, he said slowly,
and smiled
as a fox seems to smile
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Once daily, now a weekly posting of found text poems from books in my studio! Selected words on a page of text announce themselves as a poem! Hope you enjoy them! Please visit my other blog, with a daily posting each weekday, at http://www.missouribendstudio.blogspot.com
ooh, like this one lots. :)
ReplyDeleteHappy to hear it Brooke!
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