Like Tom The Piper's Son Poem by Sylvia Lukeman
Like Tom The Piper's Son
She sits alone in the early hours,
Thinking of meadows and garlands of flowers;
But something is keeping her wide awake
No longer night, the day soon will break.
A love personified in her special man, Like the pipers son..away he ran
Now needs dictate that he must return
For 'tis him, for whom, her heart doth yearn.
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