Crazy Macey

Lazy Macey was so crazy
she tripped upon a sprouting daisy.
She felt so bad the thing was dead

She took it to her lonely bed.
Waking thus in early morn

She found herself with a sprout newborn.
Eyes so bright and teeth so right

It loved her almost every night.

My first blog was a poetry page I started blogging because I suppose

siblings got tired of emails  A number of years have past and history

moves with it  Entries become dated and are more or less interesting

as time passes 

Some of the poems that appear were written to others and if they stumble

upon them here - hey, you get to read them again. 

If poetry boars you here is a meatball graphic  

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