When a child counts one, two, three
Dragons toes used as a rule
Sleep lingers to be caught
Unaware by shrill brownies
Baked fresh out of box
Bought last year..
So the dance continues
Birthday blows, candles drip, fall
Surrendering to slick brim
Blowed by uneven lips
Folded back and tucked between
Fearsome gaps, that brought
Silver, and gold fancies
Clutched in a sweaty
Thought, tripped then trapped
By a bubble blown.
Nevermind, it's all gone
Both dream and song.
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