Sep 29
Hop, hop,
Hopscotch.
Jumping down the lane.
Polly rolled down,
And couldn't be found,
Never, ever again.
Hop, hop,
Hopscotch.
Jumping down the lane,
Johnny raced round,
And hit his head,
Never, ever again.
Hop, hop,
Hopscotch.
Jumping down the lane,
Maggie fell over,
And no one could move her,
Never, ever again.
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Poetry For The Found
PoetryThis is the 2nd part of my 365 observations and comments about society, life and love throughout 2022. Come with me on my journey day by day, as I write what I've always wanted to say. There is no method or planning, just thoughts and perceptions ab...
