When pigs flyA Poem by Alice
I’ll wrap my arm around your shoulder and
half stumbling, half grinning, half leaning, half talking, us two wholes chat into our bubble on the way home, and when pigs fly I’ll catch one for you, and we’ll fly home quicker. © 2018 Alice |
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