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C.J. Heck

(August 10 / Born in Columbus OH - living in Florida)

Naps (Children)


I've tried to tell my mother,
I don't need a nap for me.
Naps are just for babies -
but we just don't agree.

I'm much too big to take one
and I've tried to tell her that
but Mom will never understand
why I don't want a nap.

So, every day I lay here
with nothin' else to do.
Sometimes, I even fall asleep
- and I think she does, too.

Submitted: Thursday, June 03, 2004
Edited: Monday, February 07, 2005

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  • Shannon Chapel (12/6/2005 1:55:00 AM)

    Very cute. You have an amazing ability to speak from a child's POV that is rarely seen nowadays, I think. Thanks for sharing.

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