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A PRETTY NOTE PAD
Friends gave to us the other day a pretty note pad,
One of the prettiest that we have ever had,
A detailed painting by Van Brussel, who’s Dutch,
The delicate beauty and colours I love so much,
Flowers that you can smell, fruit you could eat,
So real it seems the picture is like a treat.
But now we have a problem the scent will die away
As we use the pretty note pad every single day.
Sitting on the desk, it looks fine in the sun’s glare
We do not want to use it we both do declare.
But it will be used and watch the picture fade away
Yet I will remember the beauty for many a long day.
Thank you friends for the pad and the artist too,
For the beauty that on my desk now comes to view.
(Millicent) Ann Margetson January 22, 2003