There are days when I feel three inches small
and there is nothing to keep me from being squashed,
I look up at the big big world from down here
and wonder if I'll ever grow tall,
It's not easy to face the world alone
When you're only three inches in size,
So I just stay safe and sound in my bed
and pull all my covers up tight 'round my head,
and I wait all by myself for a very long while
Till my height seems all but returned to normal,
Then I clamber back out of my bed and covers
and think that maybe this will be the last time
I have one of those days.
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This is a blog where I put my poetry. Some of it is deep and some of it is not so deep. Some of it isn't very good and some of it is.
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