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Bragging Rights
This poem’s been dragged and bagged
and now it’s lagging behind – trying to
flag down some scallawag staggering
by, wagging an extra word or two
that it needs to snag if it’s ever
going to be able to brag about itself
properly, on paper
Dee brings out the silly in me
Paper Journal
I love the feel of pen gliding
Across a sheet of paper
The magic of transforming
Blank pages into word art
I love the whiff of ink
That tickles my nose
As each page fans
the air in turn
I love looking backward
And moving forward
Within the creamy pages
Of straight lined paper
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