Mark Heathcote

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I Combed, Hemsby Beach… - Poem by Mark Heathcote

I went beach combing for comets
Knowing only too well
They exist where I'm walking,
And at last, I find my comet.
But ‘O' look, there's another
And now another and another…
My pockets are heavy by now
Of picking comets, I weary.
When, what is truly rare!
Be come's abundantly commonplace.

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  • (7/22/2013 5:46:00 PM)

    A great poem, like it. Too much of something always
    takes the excitement away.
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Poem Submitted: Monday, July 22, 2013

Poem Edited: Wednesday, August 31, 2016

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