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Cynthia Jan 19
Once upon a time,
I used to dream for light,
As I slept alone in bed.
And there I lay,
Either filled with thoughts,
Or filled with an empty head.

Then one cold night,
As the moon rose high,
I saw a book on the shelf,
I wiped off the dust,
And closed my eyes,
And then...

I read.

"Hello Cynthia!
Welcome back!
We missed you!
",
They all said.
And then I followed them home,
Deep through the woods,
Never to be seen again.
I just love Winnie the Pooh. It was my whole child hood and it brings back so many memories when I watch it. I honestly love them. So so much.
Julie Grenness Apr 2016
Eeyore the Dr. Ignorant,
Winnie the Pooh, ambulant,
On a walk in the woods,
Are they up to no good?
Winnie does say,
In his happiest way,
"Buzz, Buzz, buzz,
I wonder where the birdies was?
Whoops, in my eye, birdie's blip!
I guess that's what you call a gift! "
Feedback welcome.
If I were you, then who'd be I?
It seems, no matter HOW I try,
I can't see how it could be true,
That there could BE a ME and YOU,
If I were you, or you were I.
A light-hearted poem that came to me in the shower. Vaguely inspired by the poetry of that sagacious bear: Winnie the Pooh. A.A. Milne's stories about the House at Pooh Corner were great favorites of mine during my childhood.
I know they're not
accurate.
The fact I frequent
creative results
may be
more or less
coincidental.
After all
who am I
compared to
Jon Stewart
or a Greek
philosopher?

But maybe
I don't care.
Maybe I take them
just for fun.
And who can complain
when they are compared
to Charizard
and Winnie the Pooh?

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