Your Poem: Perfect Day.

During the day little thoughts cross my mind So out come pen and paper double spaced lined Word by word, I soon complete a rhyme This is what I am doing all of the time Thoughts come to be like manna from heaven Before I know it I have written line number seven I know now that I must keep writing on As I watch the sun sink below the blue horizon The end of the day has come too soon But now I seek the old silvery moon With my wife we stroll, like lovers do We talk to each other, yes we bill and coo We call in our local, a pint for me, a glass for her Then a stroll home in the warm evening air For the two of us this is the ideal way To be thankful for the end of a perfect day

by William Reilly, L15

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Title Annotation:	Features
Publication:	Liverpool Echo (Liverpool, England)
Date:	Jul 11, 2005
Words:	153
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