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My Little Garden

Poetry By: yazz4youu

Anyone can use their imagination and dream up something wonderful.

Submitted:Oct 25, 2011    Reads: 67    Comments: 3    Likes: 1   

In the garden where I play

My best friend is made of clay

The soft sand is what I touch

And the grass is never too rough.

I sing and I laugh all day

And am never sad in any way

But what I create today is not enough

Because here is where I'll grow up.

Now it's late and I go to sleep

But in my mind is where I keep

The sand, the grass, the birds, and my friend

And I pray at night this will never end.


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