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From Its Trike
Little souls of munchkins
chewing gum in the night
trying to talk and walk
hopscotching with chalk
tippy-toeing with tiny feet
dusting off the twilight
that reach into my dreams
chewing gum in the night
falling from their trikes
chewing gum in the night
trying to talk and walk
hopscotching with chalk
tippy-toeing with tiny feet
dusting off the twilight
that reach into my dreams
chewing gum in the night
falling from their trikes
Published 21st Dec 2021
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21st Dec 2021 5:01pm
Oh those little souls, all the mischief they can get up to in the night. This conjures a haunting image of the dead playing in the cold darkness of night; in black and white. Perhaps they are now poltergeist falling from their trikes...
21st Dec 2021 5:23pm
