giant hole in the ground
giant hole in the ground
I think of course snake
dragon emerges with barely a sound
frightened, I start to shake
at two a.m. the dragon flies back in
how did he fit into that hole for goodness sakes?
I look down and his giant green eye gives me a grin.
I smell the aroma of a giant clam bake
are you okay down there? I yell to my dragon.
He gives me a wings up, and I settle down.
The next afternoon there are baked clams in my wagon.
And I am bragging about him all over town.
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