Purple
I will write a poem tonight
even if it is this simple
There was once a girl I liked
it turns out her name was Purple
She listened to clocks at night
sitting underneath a steeple
Oh I wonder if one might
realize she was a squirrel
Copyright © John Smith | Year Posted 2011
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