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There's a Giraffe in my Bed
Hurry up, it’s time for bed,
Let’s get moving, my mother said.
Brush your teeth, clean your ears,
Put to rest your silly fears.
I ran upstairs, flew through the door,
And almost fell right on the floor.
How could this be, this wasn’t right,
A giraffe had come to spend the night?
What could I do, what should I say?
I guess I’ll have to let him stay.
~ © dlg ~
Poem by Me*Ü*
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