Curious Little Thing
It’s staring at me,
This curious little thing.
Whatever can it be?
Sometimes it can sing
In a language I do not know,
Other times it will glow,
And blink merrily at me,
Or is it really what I can see?
This curious little thing,
Dangling everywhere,
As far away as it can be.
With little hairs
Sparkling for all to see.
I am quite aware
That it’s staring resolutely at me.
Oh! Whatever can it be?
This curious little thing.
The End
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Curious Little Thing, which
was posted on Apr 14, 2010 by
ffgoldensun.
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