At last there’s a little warmth in the air
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Left to our own devices, we’re all perfectly happy at being happy.
We’ll shake our heads in disbelief and carry on our way.
A good book will be remembered for a lifetime, a poor one will just eat up your time.
If love is not all around, it should be.
Poetry is the quiet friend, always there, never shouty, never wanting to be centre of attention.
