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About This Poem
In the Land of Nod
A grandfather clock whispered good-night
With a final strike to the moon
As fairies danced in the bright orb’s light
Wishing the day wouldn’t come to soon
The wise old owl started telling tales
With a final stoke to the moon
Then clouds rushed forth in January’s sails
Hyena’s laughed and felt quite chuffed
The wise old owl started telling tales
Of a meal that once made him stuffed
The corn on the cob began to weep
Hyena's laughed and felt quite chuffed
A giraffe in a tree just fell asleep
With a marshmallow pillow on his bed
The corn on the cob began to weep
Dictionaries begin with the letter Z
A grandfather clock whispered goodnight
With a marshmallow pillow on his bed
As fairies danced in the bright orb's light
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to fantasize
invented word play
Who decides what is real
3/1/2012
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