old man mushroom
Old man mushroom sat in the middle of the trees
Feeling the power of the April winds and breeze
It tickled his coat, made him cough and wheeze
He loved his place, where the winds did tease.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2023
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