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Duncan Campbell---
F O R E W O R D
Into the realm of fantasy I've wandered for
a spell,
Spoken of souls - and human things, and done
my best to tell
Of many people I have met, of little things
I've seen,
I've written of my inner thoughts - the ugly and
the clean.
Some are rhymes of nonsense - jumbled words
of this and that,
Moments when my pen ran wild, as at my
desk I sat,
Pass them by with scarce a look - they're only
worth a smile!
And dwell on those you like the best, the class
that suits your style.
There are lines with hidden meanings, full of
passion, and of love,
And words of joy and kindness, inspired by
God above;
Messages for old and young - a tiny peep of
blue;
Just look beyond the clouds, kind friend -
perhaps there's one for you!
G.P.B.