Wednesday, April 15, 2015

I Am

I am facetious and precise
I wonder why humming birds are in such a hurry
I hear clouds crashing in the sky
I see oceans in the air
I want a fluffy cat
I am facetious and precise

I pretend that I am a world traveler
I feel fine on a summer day at the beach
I touch the wings of a butterfly
I worry that all is not well
I cry about nothing at all
I am facetious and precise


I understand why play is fun
I say we should play all the time
I dream about fish that fly in the air
I try to be artistic
I hope my parents live long lives
I am facetious and precise

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