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“A Musing”

poem by Patricia Cummings – copyright 2010

Come into my cottage
all set for tea.
We shall speak of a world
that never could be.

Come into my parlor.
It won’t be long
before I’ll sing you a little song,
knowing that shortly you must run along.

Come into my house
that does not have a mouse.
Ever so clean, you can see it gleam.
Time is so short, or so it seems.

Come into my heart
and there you shall stay,
Even when you are far away,
Now, and forever … and a day.

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