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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SUMMER GARDEN

The summer morning dawns,
The rain has blessed the thirsty plants during the night

SHINY STARS

The shiny stars amaze me,
I think they are full of wonder

Woman in the mist

My mind won’t recall the woman in the mist  
She floats just beyond my reach

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