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Ode to Mrs B



How do you think of your poems Mrs B suddenly said?
There's millions of words swirling round in  my head
And one or two ideas and occasionally they chime
And we may even get some metre and rhyme
Then my head tells my hand just what to do
And we may suddenly have a poem or two.
So to answer your question, Mrs B I don't know
I suspect my poems just lie there and grow
I just follow my mind and do as I'm told.



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Ode to Mrs B