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                                              Brenda Bryant

MOTION

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A scampering! A skittering! It isn't very hard!
A leaping and a dancing and a pounce!
A dashing back and forth across the confines of the yard
All to catch a ball that's in mid-bounce!
A pirouette! An airborne leap! A swoop from north to south!
A head-over-heels that seems to cause no pain!
And as soon as Banjo has that wayward ball held in his mouth
He'll be begging us to do it all again!
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SPEAKING OUT

(An Acrostic)

Shall I say what's on my mind?

Perhaps she'll take it as unkind!

Every word may pierce and hurt

And I may sound brusque and curt.

Kind words might ease our friendship's way,

If only they were right to say.

Nevertheless, there is no doubt

Gently, gently wont work out.

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O.K.! Here goes.....'You've got no hope

Unless you get rid of that dope!

Throw him out then you'll be free!'

(Then, with luck, he'll notice ME!)