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find me a folding chair
break my heart
send me packing
let me fall down
to the paisleys between
your wiggling toes
giggle at the bear
that delivers the poetry
leave your tracks
in the fresh snow
whistle with your teeth
then pucker up
take a nap on the sofa and
sleep through the first entree
fold up in my thoughts like
a hinge on a treasure chest
and let all the world
be sweet dreams
The poem is good, but that first stanza is wondrous!
Starward