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Poetry is just the evidence of life. If your life is burning well, poetry is just the ash. Leonard Cohen

Friday, July 29, 2011

Nursery Rhyme Royal

When Goldilocks awoke she saw the bear
and started to get up to run away
but saw upon Bear's face such raw despair

"I promise not to bite you if you'll stay.
I've never had a friend to come and play."

So Goldie and the Bear stayed up all night
with movies, popcorn, pizza til the light.