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You haven't said your heart's no longer mine. Yet there's a hint in everything you do — Your kiss that held the ecstasy of wine Is flat — ^your conversation's different too,
As if you measure every phrase you say With words intended for a stranger's ear. You stare, and yet your thoughts are faraway And ofttimes when I speak you do not hear.
Sometimes I almost wish you'd state the facts — The sword is so much quicker than the ax.
— Dorothy B. Elfstrom
Mrs. Hook is the one with the look; Given a hand that's half-way countable. She's unsurmountable.
Mrs. Shure is the one with the cure; Mineral Springs, she feels, or Battle Creek, Could fix you in a week.
Mrs. Weeds is the woman who reads; During the game she thumbs the pages. Quoting from the sages.
I'm the one who likes forced bidding. Who'll try the latest cure, no kidding! Who thinks the book is fine. I have to be — the party's mine!
— Prudence K. Gearey
By TED MAIONE
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Of New Year's resolutions it is cliear to me That there is certainly more truth than poetry In that the only reason many have for making them Is the enjoyment they look forward to in breaking them.
— S. H. Dewhurst
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By a small boy's reckoning. Two and two are seldom four; In his enchanted scheme of things, They have a way of totaling more.
A paddle and a splintered chip Pins a small boy's fantasy Equals a Hold pirate ship Wind-blown upon a boundless sea! — May Richstone
the happiest possible New ¥ear
for the original poem, ' sent in by a reader, selected by Ted Malone as the best of that month's poems submitted by readers. Five dollars will be paid for each other original poem submitted and printed on the Between the Bookends pages in Radio Mirror. Address your poetry to Ted Malone, Radio Mirror, 205 East 42 nd Street, New York 17, N. Y. Poetry submitted should be limited to thirty lines. When postage is enclosed every effort will be made to return unused manuscripts. This is not a contest, but an offer to purchase poetry for Radio Mirror's Betweefa the Bookends.