One,
Two words,
Here are three;
Now we see four.
Strange how even five words
Give us six to ponder more
It was syllable heaven, not quite seven,
A kind word late, but this makes eight.
If we strive for four plus five, nine arrives.
Give me ten such words again! Minus ten? Zero, then.
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Poems for Peculiar Children
PoetryThis is a second anthology of my more whimsical and curious poems. They aren't so much for children, though anyone can read them!
