poem 4

by dog e relaford

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things are things birds have wings bees have stings the upstairs maid sings trees grow tall but eventually fall a boy throws a ball against a wall madam calls the maid runs down the hall she gives it her all but her reward is small master in his study is home to nobody his complexion is ruddy the gardener’s boots are muddy next poem