A MimeA Poem by oliviabushThere is a friend of mine Who thinks that she is a mime
She will walk around like she is in a box
Wearing pink and purple socks
She is an odd sort of friend
True and silent to the end
You can tell her a secret
And she will never repeat it
For who has the time
To stand and watch the story of a mime
© 2008 oliviabushReviews
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