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Foxtails
December 12, 2015
I’ve fallen into the foxtails
Looks as though my dress has torn.
Mother was sure to ask;
However there was only one accomplice
The leaves were pretty
The sun was bright
In essence the day was perfect
However there was a hole
As I guess it happens
I tripped
I fell
Right into the foxtails
There I giggled
But mother just had to ask
“Who was your accomplice?
Why are you such a mess?”
Only myself
Mother would never have it;
That I, a perfect child, would fall
And tear my dress.
© Olivia E., Alto, MI
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Dwight_Eisenflower PLATINUM said...
on Oct. 8 2016 at 12:23 pm
I really love this!
Maybe I grew up a little reckless. Sure, I tore a dress or two. Nobody's perfect afterall.