Karen was going to give away a Baha'i book but noticed this poem on the inside cover. It's vaguely familiar. I know it was written for her. W.C Fields (sorry young people) fell in love with the word-"redundancy". He would say to one and all regardless of circumstances, "Pardon my redundancy". If I have posted this before, please, pardon my redundancy. I changed some of the lines though.
Once Again
I have a moon
If you have a June
I have a sea of flowers for you to sail on
Even a bed of roses to help you fall asleep
Oh, I know, you're an island
That at times I'm not strong enough to swim to
But on a good day
When the wind is right-the stars bright
Gold-not blue the light
I'll float on these words of love
To your waiting arms
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