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Monday, April 13, 2020

National Poetry Month--Day Thirteenth--Tricube Poem--Dancing Doll


Okay. Now for my tricube poem. Yeah. I didn't know what that was either. So I went here to find out. Here it is:




 Dancing Doll
Wooden toes
Oft you fall

Then you wake
Stretch your limbs
Breath you take

Music starts
Spark catches
In your heart

©2020 by H. Linn Murphy







Violin
Scarred, battered
No value

Master's hand
Fills the air
Sweet music

Now they pay
For magic
Now they see.

©2020 by H. Linn Murphy







 






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