Bonnie

A Septolet

By Mother CombsPublished 2 years ago • 1 min read

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Dark hair

Fair skin

Green eyes

Sincere smile

Friendly spirit

Beauty within

And without

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Mother Combs

Come near, sit a spell, and listen to tales of old as I sit and rock by my fire. I'll serve you some cocoa and cookies as I tell you of the time long gone by when your Greats-greats once lived.

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Dharrsheena Raja Segarran2 years ago
Oooo, this was so perfect! I especially loved beauty within and without!
Cathy holmes2 years ago
Lovely poem. Well done.

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