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POET'S CORNER THIS poem was sent in by Victoria Bartlett from Moseley Major Days Are Like Poetry.

My life is a slice of strange, Happening, shattered, and done.

My mood is a place of utterly wild, Moving, travelling and falling.

Major days are like poetry Hanging in the air I ask for honour, I ask for cherish, I ask for proud, I ask of you.

My place is a world undone, Blown, helpless and gone. My calm lends me time Crying, calling and seeing Major days are like poetry Hanging in the air I ask for honour, I ask for cherish, I ask for proud, I ask of you.

My time is not yet through, Waiting, fleeing and going. My me is nearly done, Screaming, laughing, and freeing.

Major days are like poetry Hanging in the air I ask for honour, I ask for cherish, I ask for proud, I ask of you.

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Title Annotation:Letters
Publication:Sunday Mercury (Birmingham, England)
Date:Jun 19, 2011
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