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Katy Owens Oct 2011
Something old
Something new
Something borrowed
Something blue
Your grandmother
My shoe
Your donkey
My flu
Such things to bring
On your wedding day
To bring luck to you
And your household
Have the time
Of your life
Old
New
Borrowed
Blue
Good luck
Katy Owens Oct 2011
Step outside
Runs cold gentle breeze, ‘cross face and fist
Walk downstairs, ball to play
Meet a dog
Scramble up hill; chilly park
Swing on swings,
Dangle from trees.
Kneel down, slacken knot secure
Climb over fence
Traipse across portrait, painted, ‘pon ground
Dawdle back to ‘home sweet home’
Freedom over
Playtime done
Katy Owens Oct 2011
Snow, I hate, No,
Dislike.
Snow’s dislike originates,
Snow indicates-
The air becomes cold enough,
Pour down
White-feathered drops
Upon our heads
Snow, I dislike
Yet,
If cold is cold,
It has to be
I’d prefer
It pretty
So snow's cold I dislike,
But snow appearance
I like

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