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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THE BOOK

To open it and not be able to put it down,
To love some of the characters

OUTSIDE MELODY’S PUB

The Valley looks absolutely resplendent on a lovely summer’s day

SEA SHORE OBSERVATIONS

Lost in the misty September morning I sat there,
Content just to be there

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