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Jul 2017
Shivering with cold,
waiting for the bus.
Wind is gently blowing,
but cooler yet.

He's coming
home by train
Bringing warm
breezes to ease
my sneezes,
to warm my heart.
To fill a void
I had from the start.

Dark clouds hang over,
the sun peaking through
the gray clouds,
Covered by a shroud
the man and his wife
come to life
Overcoming all strife.

Together they can
conquer all,
Climb the highest wall,
or the tallest tree.
Industrious as a bee,
the strength of seed
The seed of thought
before action,
Thinking things thru
like me and you!!
Written by
Beryl Pemberly  52/F
(52/F)   
167
   Logan Robertson
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