Poems from Tova SB
O how my pencil fills me with delight
For as I do write with its leaded tip
I induce feelings of love, joy, or fright
On a summer’s voyage...
Once upon a time…
Oh, how long it’s been since I penned those words.
Magic and mystery,
anticipation,
a story just waiting to happen.
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Listen, my children, and you shall hearOf the midnight ride of 8 reindeer.In the month of December-- day 25A fat, old man gets in to drive....