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A Little Moving Ditty (I Wrote Myself)
by Alison McKenzieTen days away from the transition,
Boxes all awry,
This one to that child,
This other one for storage,
And running out of dishes.
I’m existing on fudge and thai food,
Not a generally well-rounded combination,
But tasty –
(It's all about the flavor for the moment)
Like the nano-seconds tinged
With nano-bursts of
“FREEEEEDOM”.
Ahem.
Back to the pack.
12/14/2010 Author's Note: Maybe it's improper to feel so freeeee......shhhhhh. Heheh.
Posted on 12/15/2010
Copyright © 2024 Alison McKenzie
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 12/15/10 at 03:29 PM I love the conversational tone of this. Just excellent. |
| Posted by Adam Dyson on 12/15/10 at 05:56 PM Love this little burst of giggles |
| Posted by Clara Mae Gregory on 12/16/10 at 02:26 PM The fudge part is my favorite, lol...I am glad for you to feel free and happy and I enjoyed reading, you expressed it so well. :) |
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