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Wendydawn Brindley Poem
Piece of gum attacked my shoe.
My fingers could not release.
Now, my hair is entangled.
Typical Monday!
Copyright © Wendydawn Brindley | Year Posted 2015
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Wendydawn Brindley Poem
You can ask me to paint the sky,
A much different shade than blue
Perhaps, a yellow pink or orange color might
Be the choice to suit you.
You can tell me to change animals from winged to footed;
Or flipper to fingers at hand.
Insist that I move continents into a long, continuous, elongated band.
All of these things I think I might achieve,
I think – I believe, I might could do,
Before I could ever possibly, even slightly,
Ever stop loving you.
Copyright © Wendydawn Brindley | Year Posted 2015
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Wendydawn Brindley Poem
I can no longer go here or go there;
My heart disallows me.
Unless, you command it differently.
Methodically, anxiously, my will goes to waste.
I cannot do without you.
My heart is yours, indefinitely.
Copyright © Wendydawn Brindley | Year Posted 2015
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