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It was a bleak, cold day,
Back in nineteen ought eight.
Everything went wrong,
And saddened was Kate.
Morning was blue,
Last night she'd had a date,
Samuel hadn't shown up,
Stood up was poor Kate.
School was rough, too,
She had failed on her test,
Kate had torn her cotton stockings,
Shall I tell you the rest?
When she got home that day,
She put on a pot for tea,
Chamomile for her nerves,
To settle down, you see.
As she looked out the window,
While heating the pot,
For just a moment,
Herself she forgot.
For there on the sill,
A bluebird sat peering,
Above the pot's whistling,
His song Kate was hearing.
Kate became all smiles,
He was a blue-coated angel,
Harbinger of happiness,
Pure, not like Samuel.
~
Norma (Twi1ite@sbcglobal.net) ~
Copyright July
2004
Photograph by Paul (AHikingDude@aol.com)
http://graphicsbymarilyn.com
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