Poems of Garden Gnomes – THAT AIN’T RIGHT!
What is just out of reach of your left hand? – it is the stuff of poems (written by garden gnomes)
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My Tall Lamp
it does not care who
needs its glow or why
it shines its 60 watts
for anyone who asks
and does not judge or
criticize it spreads its
incandescent warmth
on my blank page
chasing shadows from
my thoughts and erasing
the darkness from a
moonless night
I like this I hall be more respectful of my lamp from now on….. I see it in a different light ❤💕❤💕❤💕❤💕❤💕❤💕❤💕❤💕❤💕
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Oh – I love the lamp, what a wonderful servant, may it shine even brighter for you now
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A brilliant (pun intended) tail lamp, Candy! Just what you need on a moonless night. I love the:
‘incandescent warmth
on my blank page
chasing shadows from
my thoughts and erasing
the darkness…’
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Thanks, Kim 😊
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Oh this is just lovely!❤️
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Ahh the sweet lack of prejudice in inanimate objects!
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Nice description of that lamp’s generous nature.
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