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Monthly Archives: January 2007
The Happy Poet
(Here’s one for an energetic 8 year old boy I knew who was starting to write his own poems.) I bend down low to tie my shoe. I jump straight up to the sky so blue. I lift my arms … Continue reading
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No Room For Doom
“Oh, the gloom, And the doom, doom, doom, Of the low, slow times to come. “Oh, the night, And its last, sad light, And the streets bleak, dark, and cold. “Oh, the death Of the brief, brief breath, When there’s … Continue reading
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Scuffling Along
I was strolling all around On a downtown street, Halfway listening to the sound Of the people’s feet. A tip tip-tap here, A clip clip-clop there, A tip tip-tap clip-clop Everywhere. Then a scuffle through some leaves, Feather-scuffling, full of … Continue reading
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