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Monday, October 23, 2006

The Novel, Started Not Fully Written

There comes a time and place
when all we have done
will show its face.

We wait, we watch
we explore.
What do our lives have in store?

A book is clearly written
deep within my head.
Should I keep it safely there,

Or write the pages instead?
Miss Poetess
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Patricia Gale 23 October 2006
Write away my dear, write. For in the pages of the mind lay a story waiting to escape. A fine piece.
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