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Two Poems by Ann Lewis

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Sounds

The nicest sound I love to hear is when a baby cries
Or children singing in a choir brings tears to my eyes
People laughing, church bells ringing, voices on the phone
These are the things I care about wherever I may roam.

Holidays

Well holiday time is here again, and what a headache for some
It's where shall we go, what shall we take, and who wants to come?
Will we go to Greece or Spain, and France seems quite a thrill
But I know that once again we shall all pack up for Rhyl.

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Copyright The Bentilean, 1991, 1999
This issue saw the first appearance of Ann Lewis in the pages of The Bentilean magazine.

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