ODE TO RUBBER
I think that I shall never see
My life return to normalcy.
A life where rubber had no part
But now whose mention thrills my heart.
And keeps me thinking all the day
Of how I can find time to play.
A life where I am free to think
A life where I am free to think
Of other things than stamps and ink.
And life was calm, and life was quiet,
But I saw a stamp, and I HAD to buy it.
And the rest, as they say, is history . . .
I don't have stamps . . . my stamps have me!
by- Peggy Crowe
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{ Attn: Sharon in NE! I *think* I know who you are and I would love to get in touch with you! Thank you so much for all your sweet comments on my blog. Please email me! Smiles, Pam in NE }
4 comments:
Absolutely, I belong to my stamps, too! Great poem.
I can totally identify with that! Thanks for sharing!
Boy can I relate to this one. Thanks for sharing.
that is so great!!
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