Sylvia Dombeck Poems

If time stood still
Or we could turn back the clock
Would we feel fulfilled
Or build on a new block
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Now that I'm reaching my 75th year
I'm taking notes as to how I appear
I may be fat but I am funny
Some folks even think that I'm as sweet as honey
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We have camps and farms
Woodlands with charms
Especially our covered bridges
Trails to hike and hills with ridges
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