Little Ball of Clay
By Lone Poet
I found a new game we big kids can play Hold in tiny hands a squishy ball of clay Roll it all around and mold 'til you form An itsy-bitsy, wiggly, creepy crawly worm Now close snugly your sleepy eyes Gaze deeply into the moonlit skies Feel your magical creation of art Imagine it has a real soul and heart Let it dance and hug your arm Pretend you’re on a fairy farm And bugs are your fairy friends Where no great fantasy ever ends (c) 12/15/01, 3/11/04 SmSJust something silly that crept into my mind one night...juvenile fantasy stuff. Written April 5th, 2002 © on Apr 04 2002 03:58 PM PST, Sheryl Marcia Schwartz 8 • 4 • 2
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"I found a new game we big kids can play..."