The Cubby Room
I was putting my things in my cubby.
Second grade, young, and not yet chubby.
Somehow I stood there
In my nighty-night wear,
I cried while asleep, “Dear God, help me!”
© July 21, 2010
Copyright © Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen | Year Posted 2010
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