Tuesday, December 9, 2008

Non-creepy weird poem

Out in the woods
Among the trees
I lay on my back and count the leaves
The sun is bright it filters down
Through the branches onto the ground
No one wants to steal my day
I don't have to move from where I lay
Nothing else to do today
Just sleep and dream
Till the sun slips away
But now I'm hungry and I forgot food
Boy some pancakes sure sound good
Down the trail, past the creek
Is the dwelling that I seek
Home and hearth
Hearth and home
No more today I think I'll roam

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