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A Poet's Pen I paint a scene with a poet's eye For seasons, green and gold, My words, in changing colours, fly As new year follows old. I paint the sounds with a poet's ear For rippling stream and brook, With words of happy songs that cheer, Written in my book. I paint your heart with a poet's soul, My heart goes out to yours, My words take on a tender role And weep o'er death and wars. I paint the love with a poet's heart, With passion, and with joy, Of sweet romance about to start, As girl meets with her boy. This joyous gift has come my way, A grace from up above, So to inspire a reader's day With words of hope and love. ![]()
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