Orange Juice Kiss
It was before a decent time on a Sunday morning.
My son leapt onto my bed and squashed me; no warning.
I had been in a dreamers state, the sixth lottery number
almost revealed, as I was summoned from my slumber.
A wet sloppy kiss landed on my cheek.
What a rascal, orange juice from the fridge he did sneak!
Copyright © Jodie Hannen | Year Posted 2011
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