eliza keating Poems

UNWRAPPING THE GIFT
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ON attempting to fly on my broomstick tonight
though i tried, and i tried, i just couldnt take flight
and tonight of ALL nights my old brooms playing up
when I'm a contender for the witches gold cup
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my chance, believed had passed me by,
thought you would never come
and then i got to know you
soon my heart you won
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There is a lane not far from me
the houses start at thirty three
no number one or even two
doesn't that seem strange to you
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we meet each day
come rain or shine
me and a retired friend of mine
we sit in the park and reminisce
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