Friday, April 1, 2011

A Different Kind of Fun

Walking words like strangers in the night,
slipping past empty street light.
Dashing across pages like children during a day,
hiding under covers to keep the nightmares at bay.
Slipping into holes to stop up leaks,
twisting and turning to play for keeps.
Traveling the world on their own walk ways,
shush my dear there are words at play.

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