Monday, September 26, 2016
a little book of prose-poetry ... 84
Come with me
To the land
Of childhood dreams,
Where everything’s real
Or not as it seems.
We’ll laugh and we’ll play
Together as friends,
And I’ll carry you off
To who knows
Where it ends.
—
Garry D. Kilbourn
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