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Sunny
Mornings
On waking up
A pen in my hand
Breeze brings broad
Think thank thoughts
Scribbled scripts scrap
Raspberry rasping free
Fragile freedom frayed
Fracas frozen frolicked
Creamed waffle walled
Slippery slats slapped
Mobsters are lobsters
Posts pooled posters
Stir with a teaspoon
Stick with a fork
Ahead lies my
Work until
Dark

Doris Cornago

Tuesday, June 12, 2018

Topic(s) of this poem: freedom,paper,passion,pen,poems,poetic expression,postings

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Poetic expression is the best way you can grant yourself freedom. And so, if you are inclined to express yourself through poems, don't ever lose it in the hustle-bustle of daily life but make time for poems, and you can never go wrong. A pen, paper and poems for posting on your wall can do much to lighten a day's work.

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