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Rhyme for a Time of Plague


Fill the tooth, fear the faces
Peering in the empty spaces.
Mix the needlepoint with mittens;
Leave unharmed the cats and kittens.
Do not be afraid of arms;
Help the farmers on their farms.
When the hay has all been stacked
And the plums in jars are packed,
Smiles will go a long, long way
Toward allaying fears, I say.

 

Poem © 2020 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
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