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A storyteller’s tale, once told in a book
Now sits on the shelf, in a lone dusty nook
He scribbled the words, on paper with pen
Let it dry for a moment, but suddenly, when
He returned to the paper, to finish his prose
The story was missing, and nobody knows
How something so precious, disappeared out of sight
So he put down his pen, and turned in for the night
He quietly closed, his creaking bedroom door
With smile on his face, he knew, evermore
For his words never left him, they’re there on his shelf
Bound by the story, he keeps to himself
©2016 Dorinda Duclos All Rights Reserved
Oooh I love this one!!
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Thank you!!! 🙂
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Ha….. very cool! So true! The words are written within and can never get lost!
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This is true, Erika, but was that really what I was trying to convey?? 🙂
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Perhaps my English tricked me. Sorry about that! But I loved what I understood!
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No, no, you got part of the message, but there is more 😉 Thank you!
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Ah…. OK, I am really glad about it. But please help me to get the whole meaning 💖
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I will, but not just yet. I want to see if anyone else picks up on it 🙂
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Ah… I see! Now, I feel even more relief…😘
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love love love it =^_^=
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Thank you so very much! 🙂
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