Wow... it's been an alright day.
Jessica called me to ask if I know any poems. We spent the better part of an hour discussing Edgar Allan Poe and his poetry on dreams. Then we teamed up to write our own poem:
My pillow is a cloud
Moving through the air.
Don't know where I'm going;
I'll find out when I get there.
I fight against my blanket
Like it's the blowing wind.
I grab for my stuffed puppy,
My fluffy furry friend.
So you see, my sister is perhaps the best poet in our family.
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