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jeannette ludwig Sep 2010
Poetry.  An art that never ends.
a great expression of what you feel inside.

Poetry.  A sweet song from everyone's Mother that can't
end.

Poetry.     A big wisp of soft, warm and light wind.

Poetry.   A great source of knowledge and history,
science, art and facts.

Poetry.  A power only found in the mind and mostly in
the heart.

Poetry.  A message from your best friend.

Poetry.  A day when you hatch and the first thing you
see is the sun's light.

Poetry is pure hearts.
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Sep 2010 · 965
To Carol
jeannette ludwig Sep 2010
A touch, a word, a song
The reaching out to tell someone you care
can lift the spirit as it travels long
You find that you too in the blessing share.

I had a drippy miserable cold
the gloomy day had made me feel so blue
Wrapped in self pity, I was feeling old
And then the postman came with thoughts of you.

That you erased my cold, I cannot say
But words of cheer and happy thoughts you shared
I began feeling better on that day
It always helps to know that someone cares.
Written by my Mother, Ione Busch, who passed away in 2008.

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