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Down a narrow dirt trail,
A secret summer house hides,
Covered with morning glories
And sweet pea vines.
Dreams make home there
New ones and old.
Prince Charming came there many times,
And held me in his arms.
It was there I had tea with Joan of Arc,
And played cards with Marie Antoinette.
I invited Queen Elizabeth, too,
But she was otherwise engaged.
In that little house I sailed
To Polynesia and bathed among the orchids,
Mother Teresa came, too,
And taught me to love strangers.
My summer house is by invitation only,
Intruders are promptly ejected,
This hidden place is mine alone to give.
When I ask you into my heart.
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Norma ([email protected])
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Art by William Whittaker
Copyright
July
2004
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