A NOSE

Some nostrils go in and out,
As if to say,
Look At me,
You Lazy Lout,

Some are hairy,
And lack grace,
But what can you do,
It’s stuck on your face,

My nose is small,
What do you suppose,
It has its highs,
It has its lows,

Some are really big and fat,
As if to say,
Well,
What do you think of that,

Some are really small and frail,
And look like,
A grumpy snail.

Margaret Fearn

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DARK WINTERS NIGHT

What a night,
The rain pelted the windows,
The sound heavier
As the hours progressed

MISTY MORNING

Misty, grey, November morning,
Everything still,
The sky is grey,
As the rain falls

THE HORSE

Has there ever been a more magnificent creature,
Such dignity and elegance,
And a sense of superiority,

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