When a young lady named Dawn
Danced in a field of corn,
The farmer called Giles
Danced on the stiles
And thus their love was born.
When a young lady named Dawn
Danced in a field of corn,
The farmer called Giles
Danced on the stiles
And thus their love was born.
Short, to the point, nice theme and beautifully written.
Great morning read.
Thank you, I am delighted you enjoyed my poem. Kind regards – Kevin
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