January 22, 2012
By , Rochester, MI
Day break, I cannot lay an egg
Nor can I breath fire.
My tail lies
Through the slit in my pants.

I caught a shooting star,
It lifts me higher.
When I bounce a balloon
A hen cannot lie.

Carried in a quart sized basket, relevant,
While I wash my hair.

At the end of the day
I play,
While my imaginations dismissed.

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