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Written for The Writer's Cramp contest. Line count 20 |
| Things you didn’t see came upon our bed snuggled on your pillow and then up on your head. When they found your ears They shined a little light Looked inside and jumped right in And pushed with all their might. They all came out your nostrils But one came out your eye He dried off on your pillow And then he waved goodbye They all had little pieces Of things inside your head They left the way they came And slipped off of our bed I have to keep this quiet Not a word from me You will never hear about Things you didn’t see line count: 20 |