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Poetry: Special Days
My Secret Dream
by Maurice Pimplehead

I woke up and started vomiting.
Then I couldn't find my shoe.
Later, had some cereal.

Now I'm thinking about my secret dream.
Wait-no I'm not-I forgot what it was about.
Hooray! I found my shoe!

I'm at work now...means to and end.
Good morning, miss Thicksnot!
Ha ha ha!

Suddenly I feel terribly frightened.
Mommy! Mommy! Mommy!
Mama...where's my secret dream?

 
 
 
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