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        CLEAN AND WHITE
Well, here is the computer screen all clean and white,
Patiently, I feel, for me to fill it with a poem to delight
Or charm, or help make you laugh or make you cry,
What will come forth is hard to tell, but I will try.

A poor kitten, hungry, all bedraggled, wet and cold,
Almost too weak to move, a sorry sight to behold,
Was seen by a surly youth with no warm heart at all,
Gave it a kick with His foot, laugh when it did fall.

Unloved, unwanted, almost dead with pain and fear,
When coming close other heavy footfalls it did hear,
One more kick would be the end, it tried to hide away,
Shall I wait to tell the rest of the story another day?

Or does this computer screen want a different story,
Maybe of a great battle won, full of death and glory?
A story of one soldier who was brave as could be,
Who fought well, saved others, but did he see victory?

Maybe a funny poem, a play on language and words,
Like the mighty desert man who owned many herds
Of camels, sheep and horses, but not to hear me speak,
Or maybe this story through another voice did leak.

I could go on about tasty leek soup but I will stop,
For the poems won’t sort themselves out and drop
Onto this computer screen that was so clean and white,
But now covered in confusion, nothing came out right.

(Millicent) Ann Margetson September 23, 2003