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THE WRITER
this is the last poem in my first book to be published.
I sit here and I’m thinking,
What the heck to say,
The words don’t come that easy,
As they have to me today,
I’ve sat and written these poems,
From things that come to mind,
And sometimes as I write them,
They don’t even rhyme.
I hope they’ve given pleasure,
To every one who’s read,
And maybe in the future,
I’ll have some more instead.
Until then I thank you,
Each and every one,
And leave you with this message,
The next one’s just begun.
By B Kingsford Copy Write 2,003
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