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a boy and girl played
under cotton clouds & blue sky–
felt so good to run wild,
to yell unrestrained,
to make-believe.
a grassy rise was
a mountain climb,
& they’d both bound up
that high place to be
King, or Queen
of the mountain
while the other tried
tickling to usurp–
It was tremendous fun
as long as the royalty
didn’t swell the head
of the one who wore
the daisy-chain crown


Limericist 2007

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