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Late Night Babble

Wishing on a star, I wanted a car; But a horse walked by; Winked its’ big brown eye; And I had a ride. The night is late My horse just ate; This poem’s sure, Full of manure. Still I write In the night; Though I’ve not One thing To say; NON.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2018




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Date: 9/12/2018 5:34:00 AM
This is fun, sounds like self-talk. The horse's wink is so wise; lures the reader in fast.
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M. L. Kiser
Date: 9/12/2018 5:56:00 AM
Thank you; sometimes my Muse wakes me and won't allow me back to sleep. I think that night she may have been somewhat of an insomniac, too.
Date: 9/11/2018 11:27:00 AM
It must have been really late!
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M. L. Kiser
Date: 9/12/2018 4:12:00 AM
Insomnia at 3am. Thanks for dropping by, Dean.
Date: 9/11/2018 9:49:00 AM
A fun poem, ML. Very amusing.
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M. L. Kiser
Date: 9/12/2018 4:12:00 AM
Thanks, I'm glad you enjoyed it.