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Book 8 Page 2

From my window


From my window an aeroplane flies past,

Or maybe I am mistaken and itís a bird way off in the distance.


From my window the moon shines in the east tonight,

but no, I think itís a street light.


From my window a star shines bright, and I think to myself;

"just how big and far away that star is?"


But then I realise itís not a star at all,

but a dew drop glistening of my window.


From my window things are not always what they seem.


© Written by Dominic John Gill  26/10/99