Shelley Durell
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Here's a poem written as a game we played at May's Mixer _ The Tobacco Factory!
What is this life if full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare.
Time is passing,
It's time for change,
Make time to go my way,
And it will be O.K.
On the beautiful Summer evening,
Oh how warm it can be.
"My life is in your hands," she said,
But I have to go to the edge of the wood first...
There I had a large donner kebab and chips,
But a bright light engulfed me and I was blinded.
So, like Alice, I fell down the hole,
And entered a new and magical Kingdom,
Where make-believe worlds sprang to life,
And wonderful dreams became reality!
