Sheila Donovan Poems

Time and again I hear your voice,
Time and again I have the choice,
To sit and dream of you and I,
To remember; don't have to try.
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Chocolates, gum drops; Licorice sticks
Upon the top shelf away; from the kids
Bubble gum near the; cash desk
Its the colours invite you; so picturesque
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I'd rather have a tender word
Than any golden ring
I'd rather hear the sound of songs
Than always have to sing
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