IMPROMPTU EASTER POETRY
(written on a whim in 15 minutes--)
Mom and Dad stayed up last night.
Jennifer and I heard them an hour
after they tucked us in,
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Clinking vases and plucking sofa
cushions from their tightly-packed
places,
Setting the metronome off allegro--
Whispering among themselves:
"What'll we do if they don't find them
all?"
"Won't the lost ones attract ants?"
"Don't be such a spoil sport! They'll
find all of them."
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