Where are you Gwyneth?
Are you lieing in wait for us?
Sitting on the wall for us,
Waiting till we pass?
We'll wave as we go by Gwyneth,
We'll see you when we can
And we'll chat about the ducks Gwyneth
And how the boys have grown.
Oh do you like it there Gwyneth?
We hope it's not too strange,
Wait there till we come Gwyneth
Leave the door ajar.
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Summer Sun, Winter Rain
PoetryMy Wattpad Debut and a Featured Story. Summer Sun, Winter Rain is a collection of poems from different periods of my life some, happy some sad. There are memories of friends and loved ones loved and lost, recollections of places I've been and thing...
