Poet’s Ambition
I wish that I could
stop and play
With rhyming words
all through the day
By, Charles S. Smead (1909 – 1972)
*Written by my Great Uncle Charlie, may his words live on…
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What a wise man.
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Seems that way…. wish I could have met him. He died the year I was born.
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So sad.
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Yeah, but at least he left behind his poems. So in a way I did get to meet him. 😉
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Yes, you did. Lucky you!
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😉
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I would like this as well
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Me too! 🙂
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