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FRIENDS
I am drawing a picture
My house is in it
A jagged yellow sun
hangs from the blue strip of sky
I am drawing a dog
His tail is wagging
He wants to be my dog
I am drawing
The sound of a train far off
I will scribble in some smoke
I might want to travel
Your house is in my picture
It is leaning across our street
I am putting in the word POW!
and electric zigzags
where our chimneys
almost touch
In this picture
I am waving from my window
You are running up our walk
A bird is flying off the edge
of the page, singing
Anything can happen
in pictures
I don't need to draw our faces
We will never forget
each other
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.Barbara
Esbensen (1925-1996)
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Mỹ-Vân
(ĐK 67) sưu tầm
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