THE LEAD

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chuckling softly to myself

off onto yet another adventurous page

I pen felt drift

careful not to let my imagination's door

completely close

orange dragons come to the immediate, agile

and young mind

they are dancing in green tutus with wooden rings

shoved through their nose

sprouting purple wings to fly to glory

I am indeed, it would seem

a rather strange girl with electricity in her hair.....

( written Nov. 2, 1993 am)


Author's Notes/Comments: 

insomnia wrote this poem for the most part.

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