I keep a poem in my pocket
holding on as I go
I open and I turn it
asking what it knows
If we meet
in the street
I may pass it to you
Put a poem in your pocket
friend sage so true.
I keep a poem in my pocket
holding on as I go
I open and I turn it
asking what it knows
If we meet
in the street
I may pass it to you
Put a poem in your pocket
friend sage so true.
Pencil Notes 
great poem
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Thank you, mukul. =;-)
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welcome
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