a small stone
...picked up on a long walk and carried home in your pocket
Sunday, September 23
Birthday girl in the seat behind me on the train
I got a fairy and a purse.
I want to show daddy my fairy NOW.
I don't want my fairy to fall down the toilet.
Maybe I should hide it so nobody gets it.
Mummy, where is my fairy?!
Here.
Good. I wanted to know where she was.
1 comment:
Dave
said...
Great found poem.
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Great found poem.
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