Judy Kennedy Poems

Sesalee made a little snowman
Wanted to keep him for a pet She took the snowman home with her
Knew he’d be her best friend yet She made a scarf and hat for him
Just so she could let Her friend the snowman sleep with her
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As I sat dreaming under a tree
I saw a dark spot upon my knee I thought, oh dear, what can that be?
A bug, spider, or a busy bee? It was small, it was moving, this spot on my knee?
Did it know I was scared? Was it afraid of me? Would it bite or sting while on my knee?
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