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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.

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Caren Krutsinger 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. Login to Reply 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.

Dean Wood Date: 9/11/2018 11:27:00 AM It must have been really late! Login to Reply M. L. Kiser Date: 9/12/2018 4:12:00 AM Insomnia at 3am. Thanks for dropping by, Dean.

Line Gauthier Date: 9/11/2018 9:49:00 AM A fun poem, ML. Very amusing. Login to Reply M. L. Kiser Date: 9/12/2018 4:12:00 AM Thanks, I'm glad you enjoyed it.