i trip out of bed
a star nosed mole, feeling the
top of his bureau
for collar stays, keys,
a money clip, or cuff links;
for if he left them
then he shall come back
to tuck me in and touch my
cheek, "shh little bird."
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4 comments:
Aw, this is sweet ;)
yeah, I love this one.
why am i just discovering your blog now? it's so awesome.
let's write a chap-book together new-knee.
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