The Night Sky
I lied on the grassy grass
Beneath the gray dark sky
I sit down looking at the red and white flashing lights
whirring of the birds
buzzing and humming from the bees
the movement of the grass and flowers
Limerick
You must be a young lady age two
who could ride on the road eating stew
I didn't know if I'll stay
You can come anyway
And I'll watch my dessert 'til I'm blue
Magnetic Poetry
I felt my fur again
I heard the rain
the wind made it feel wet
Tuesday, March 17, 2009
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