Saturday, August 11, 2012

Poem for the day

Unlike Jonah and Pinocchio

My kids are in Wales.
Seems kind of strange.
“My kids are in London,”
didn’t sound so odd
for some reason.
What’s in Wales,
besides my kids?
People who talk with a Welsh accent?
Grassy fields?
Old buildings?
I don’t know.
Guess I’ll find out
when they come home.

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