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Rice Krispies For Breakfast

Katie D., Ocala, FL By itlovedtohappen, Ocala, FL

When I awoke this morning, poetry
Poured
From my sleepy mind, and it made
Knots
In my hair, and curled my
Split ends.

I took a shower and I washed the
Words
From my hair and before it
Drowned
In the soap suds, I
Scooped it up.

I cradled the words, the rhythm, and the rhyme, like a
Newborn baby
And before I dressed I laid them
Carefully
Upon my bed to
Wait

They stood patiently, and once I dressed I scooped them up
(Again)
And spread them like soft butter across my

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