Feathers Fly
My sister persuaded me for a dare
to take the cushion off grandma’s chair
and although we knew it wasn’t right
we would use it to for a pillow fight
‘We’d better play outdoors’ I said
as Susie whacked me on the head
So we ran to play in grandpa’s field
until the old cushion began to yield
downy feathers, so soft and white
which made us whoop with pure delight
But grandpa saw what we had done
he scolded us and stopped our fun
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10/29/21
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