why? the puddles of the water can muddy,
the curved sockets of life,
what? lies underneath the hollow stone,
of the forcefully closed heart,

waves of suds the question mark? ,
the smallest of the branches T of words,
the dint in the letter,
what? the trick is to wait and learn,
clad the ladder with steel and wood,

the core's centre is the strength,
rings and cups of love and faith,
colour white of truth,
listen to radio of thre gardian angel,
tigger the power of the whrilgig,
cupboard mixed with the stored,
bridge of hope,
the investor in you is you yourself,
only one who? can battle the battle,
of strange and useful willpower,
and thoughts of,
happy endings

Sharron Stephenson

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