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so there you are in
your pram or kiddikarria
nicely tucked up,
being talked to in that
singysongylingo
that grown-ups grow down to
when that tingylingy, like
that stoopid thingy
dangling on your cot that
doesn't do anything else
goes hissdidahdidah
and she switches her attention instantly
from who's mommy's little treasure then,
sticks this silver thing to block her ear
and starts talking to thin air
it must be either the fairies
who don't seem to be very helpful -
'oh darling don't say you forgot I
asked you specially...'
or she's going doolally and
the adult world's not
what it's cracked up to be
I'll give her two minutes no more
or else
Michael Shepherd
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Thursday, January 12, 2006 |
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Friday, October 05, 2007 |
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Comments about this poem (! Baby love, maybe love
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Michael Shepherd
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Deva De Silva (4/21/2009 3:37:00 PM)
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You made me crack up... I liked the innovative touch...
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Raynette Eitel (1/12/2006 11:37:00 AM)
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This is so warm and yet iconoclastic...a poem to enjoy.
Raynette
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Mary Nagy (1/12/2006 11:35:00 AM)
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Nice one Michael. The view from the childs perspective is very interesting........great poem. Sincerely, Mary
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Rev. Dr. A. Jacob Hassler (1/12/2006 10:55:00 AM)
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this brought a broad smile to my face, Michael. you've said is perfectly and succinctly. bravo.
Jake
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