find me a folding chair

break my heart

send me packing

let me fall down

to the paisleys between

your wiggling toes

giggle at the bear

that delivers the poetry

leave your tracks

in the fresh snow

whistle with your teeth

then pucker up

take a nap on the sofa and

sleep through the first entree

fold up in my thoughts like

a hinge on a treasure chest

and let all the world

be sweet dreams

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The poem is good, but that first stanza is wondrous!


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