| General Poetry posted May 25, 2022 |
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A short rhymed poem
When
by Debra White
When all the trees were apple trees
and ev'ry house was square with roofs that were triangular, I didn't have a care. The sun was always shining and the flowers stood so tall and grass grew in a perfect line, no weeds on show at all. The butterflies' antennaes were as large as lollipops and falling from the sheep-shaped clouds were giant pear-shaped drops. The people all had bobbleheads with arms and legs like sticks and ev'rything made perfect sense when I was only six. |
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When life was simple and we didn't have to question and overthink every single thing!
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