Legacy

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No money will I leave
And precious few
Of worldly-valued things.
But only sparks
Of thought,
Of plot,
Of rhyme.
Have pity on me, then,
And spare me time!
Poetry again! Will you look at that! Not very good. but maybe I'll get back into my groove. I've missed poetry...

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  1. Flittering FlameOctober 10, 2015 at 12:03 AM

    Hi Janie, I tagged you for the One Lovely Blog Award!

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    1. JanieOctober 10, 2015 at 2:03 PM

      Thanks! I posted a longer response over on your blog.

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