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Glory, Glory


Glory, glory, morning glory, climbing up the wall!
Glory, glory, morning glory, don’t you fear you’ll fall?
 
High above my head I see you dangling in the air,
While your tendrils grab the gutter and the drainpipe there.
 
Glory, glory, morning glory, if I were like you,
I suppose I’d climb to places just as lofty too.

 
Poem © 2019 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
More Midweek Motif at Poets United: “Glory”

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