Birds, bees and animals, Suround my happy leaf. Made from ink and crayon, You help me seek relief. Despite your crooked mouth, And badly twisted eyes, Of all the things on the wall, You are my greatest prize.
Reason for writing:
I wrote this poem about an outline of a leaf that I'm quite fond of, that is badly done with crayon and stamped animals surounding it. It also has a rather twisted face drawn on it.
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