Thursday, October 21, 2004

A Needle Going Through a Blanket

A poem John made up while sewing

It's like a rocket with fire,
And the fire is the thread.
The rocket goes up.
Then the rocket comes down and goes through,
goes through a cloud.
Down, down, down, and then it goes sideways,
And then up, and then down.
And the rocket is not making any noise.

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