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Poem
When the days go by, I see birds fly
In the trees where apples go so fast and fall down to the ground
Where worms crawl and ants mound
Into the dirt and dragons fly into the sky
With fire breath and wings made of ice like a phoenix made of fire with a strong desire
To burn down the trees and chew gum to make bubbles to catch ladybugs that fall free,
Away from the clouds and stars in the daylight turning to night
Now with the dogs and cats quarreling with squirrels while baseball bats
Are throwing golf balls at cars going by on the dirt road in Kansas, Georgia, and Nebraska are three states with the letter A in them where elephants roam with the deer and horses galloping in the air waiting for someone to come home.
poem
by
Rebecca Ryan
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