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She’s tucked him away, for some far away day
Like a photo, now etched in her mind
Only letting him out, when there’s no one about
To amuse her with sweet words of rhyme.

She keeps him well hidden, like a child’s toy
forbidden, this poet with words deep and dark
She carries him with her, his sweet silent whisper
She’s locked away, deep in her heart.

With a strange fascination and infatuation
She interprets and reads between lines
She looks for the cure, unsure if the lure
Is a state of the heart or the mind.

So if you were this poet (and surely you’d know it)
Your words will continue to shine
Some mothers and wives, are content in their lives
With one sweet fantasy in their minds.

©Shirley Allard 2005

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