Written November 2008
Somtimes when I get bored
My mind starts to wander.
My head flies away to faraway lands
Filled with talking bunnies, skunks, and squirrels
And ticking clocks
Swallowed up.....by alligators.
But even in this rhelm
Of extraordinary things
There is still that boy
Who runs away from me;
My prince charming.
I call to him, To let me in;
To know the secrets in his head.
But still he flies
Into the skies
Of Never-Never Land.
Aug 3, 2011
Aug 3, 2011 at 7:10 AM UTC
Written November 2008
Somtimes when I get bored
My mind starts to wander.
My head flies away to faraway lands
Filled with talking bunnies, skunks, and squirrels
And ticking clocks
Swallowed up.....by alligators.
But even in this rhelm
Of extraordinary things
There is still that boy
Who runs away from me;
My prince charming.
I call to him, To let me in;
To know the secrets in his head.
But still he flies
Into the skies
Of Never-Never Land.
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