Written by Nicole Wellings
2008
**I'm going to apologize ahead of time for the extreme cringe of this poem...**
Beyond the street of Misty Willows
I see a lot of hugging pillows.
I pass the pillows,
I see a hen.
I pass the hen,
And see a pen.
I pick up the pen and it shocks me!
I drop the pen
Run passed the hen,
And passed the pillows,
Then I'm safe,
Back at the street of Misty Willows.
Like I said. I'm sorry!! I was struggling with this one but I knew I wanted to write this one. Who knows why, because it's so bad!! Hahaha!!!
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