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Treasure - Poem by JOE POEWHIT

Into the attic I creep.
Just for a tiny peak.
They won't ever know.
I'll go real slow.

A pirate trunk to find.
Jolly Roger, and that kind.
Slowly open to look.
It's empty but one book.

Soiled and old, yet it gleams.
First page open by seam.
Dear Diary, today I cry.
I met this nice guy.

vrom my poetry book DREAMS 1

Topic(s) of this poem: love and life

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from my poetry book DREAMS 1

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  • (1/27/2016 1:11:00 PM)

    Very nice poem! Thanks for sharing! (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, January 27, 2016

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