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Luke has a special friend That only he can see He calls him Herbert Sherbet Invisible to you and me I have never seen him But he must be real I presume When things get broken it's never Luke Though only he's in the room So many ornaments broken So many valuables lost All destroyed by an invisible force I dare not add up the cost Luke likes kicking his football Inside rather that out of the house His friend always plays with him Though unlike Luke he’s as quite as a mouse SMASH, goes another valuable I know who’ll get the blame Luke of course a picture of innocence As Mr. Invisible strikes again

Copyright © | Year Posted 2013

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Date: 8/26/2013 5:55:00 AM
- Nothin wrong with his imagination .... lol. - When my daughter was little, she had a "blank cat" that no one could see - I had a lot of work with the cat. (maybe I should write a poem about it) - Very enjoyable to read about Luke .... love it. - Have a beautiful day Gary! - oxox // Anne-Lise :)
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