The poems I write

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The poems I write

A poem I write
May make you laugh,
It could be trite,
Or daft, or naff.

The poems I write
Are sometimes true,
These poems can bite,
May get to you.

The poems I write
Could make you cry,
Squeal with delight,
Or wonder why.

The poems I write
Are not highbrow,
I keep them light,
Well anyhow..

The poems I write
Are not too clever,
They may excite,
But, I would never

With poem I write
Claim things untrue,
Be too forthright,
For I need you.

A poem I write
Needs to be read,
Your fire ignite,
Or words are dead.

The poems I write
I share with you,
And at their height,
They may just do!

For the love of reading

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For the love of reading

There is little to beat
Diving into a good book,
Immersing yourself
In the characters,
Swimming around
In the plot,
Discovering
Its mysteries,
Then climbing out
At the deep end
Completely rejuvenated.

The Bookworm

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The Bookworm

He devoured the novel
From cover to cover.
Un-put-down-able,
He said to his lover.

"Have you quite finished"?
She asked him, in bed.
"I think so my darling,
Yes,take it as read".
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