They're just like me
And just like you.
Yet they're very very different too.
They claim the impossible is no more.
Yet the word is still in existence.
They would rather use feet than hands,
When doing just about anything.
Whether peeling bananas or building sandcastles.
Except for walking,
Here, opposable thumbs come in handy.
Their minds work backwards, upside down and sideways,
And their eyes wander both ways.
They look both ways to the weekend I suppose.
I don't understand it.
But I don't have to.
It's just the way they are.
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Your Heart is My Harp
PoesiaYour heart is my harp. With my poems, I'll try and show you how I pluck the strings. I'll try and pluck the strings of your heart, Creating happiness and joy and laughter with these poems. They're just silly little ones, but maybe, just maybe, they...
