BreezeA Poem by Priscilla Nishi
Little miss misty breeze
Hard to tell,u make me sneeze Ur everywhere. Over here and there Over the meadows grazed by my lazy mare Over the hills she blew my hat off I wish I could chase her with my grandad's staff And how do you think those palm leaves dance? On the seashores o'er the vast expanse Please do pity the old man Mr.Rolf His blanket is torn and he suffers from cough She stole my clothes from my backyard And also ruined my cousins birthday card I never wanted vengeance because I'm helpless without such invisible paws Naughty miss breeze you are Am sure you are listening to my guitar © 2014 Priscilla NishiAuthor's Note
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