The floor’s covered with torn paper, and the odd half-eaten sweet
You’d better watch out where you’re putting your feet.
Mind those bags of small parts, their loss would be tragic,
but the look on their faces – wasn’t that just magic?
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What a sweet poem! And it rhymes! 🙂
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Thank you!
It’s worth it to climb
The heights of rhyme
If you have the time
And the inclination.
David
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