I've been scribbling again...
Poems in 140 characters or less...
....
we dropped a penny in the well
they wished for toys
I wished that they would remember
the sunshine and the fun
...
the enjoyment index
is measured in
pine cones, sticks, and
stuff you really wished stayed outside
....
with a garzzle he wets his whistle
standing on the tallest rock
'I'm the king of the moor' he cries
but no sound came back
...
red groose break the gorse
skitter laughing at first
until annoyed they chunter
and gossip
....
peace:)
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