![]() MinetteA Poem by Middling
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How do you do What are thinking What is on your mind. Lying in sloth Eternally sleepy On a piece of woollen cloth. You lie and sit Sit and lie, Only ever moving For a spontaneous fit. A fluency of Yellow smoke Nothing ever spoke A creature so mellow. So often silent And not heard Except for a want. © 2010 MiddlingReviews
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