wee words for wee ones
...once a week poetry treat for the young and the young at heart...
Friday, April 13, 2012
Weird Dream
I clucked like a duck,
I honked like a cow.
I'm not sure why,
I don't know how.
Maybe the moon
Or something I ate?
My unconscious went wild
During my dream state.
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Carol Baldwin
April 13, 2012 at 6:09 PM
Cute, is Bridget a guest poet?
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