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Oh! Me Hair

This poem I wrote in 2012. As I looked into bathroom mirror after arising from bed one morning the train-wreck that stared back at me prompted this poem. I’ll have to cut me hair today, me hair it’s gone all wrong.It’s old and grey and very coarse like a sailor and his song.A patch ofContinue reading “Oh! Me Hair”

Fred

I had a little caterpillar and his name was Fred. Every night I tucked him in his caterpillar bed. Then one day I woke to find a very lovely site. No more Fred, instead, a beautiful butterfly in flight.

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