Fighting the inevitable...A Poem by Dragon WitchThere he sits upon the couch rifling his hands through his thick hair fighting the inevitable. He will not cede but pulls his hair gently trying to overcome it Mouth a gaping "o" oh how how he wants to win Head nodding gently then it whips up and pretends that nothing went awry his plan is working windows of wonder wide open!!! Till plop there he falls Sound asleep where he sat a minute ago fighting sleep like all children we know.
© 2008 Dragon WitchAuthor's Note
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3 Reviews Added on May 10, 2008 AuthorDragon WitchJohannesburg, South AfricaAboutI am mother, friend, lots of guises and faces and names I bear. Please feel free to read and leave comments, much appreciatted. Will come read your as time allows. Blessed be and live in happiness.. more..Writing
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