It flies all around the room
But I cannot keep it clean
'Cause I can't find my magic broom.
Saturday, April 3, 2010
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Welcome to The Conservatory. My name is Winslow Smudge, and these are my thoughts laid bare. You have my permission to wander these grounds at your leisure - feel free to enjoy, ponder or mock (if you must). But please keep in mind that some of these thoughts are quite delicate, and all are very special to me.
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Dog-Eared Pages
- Poems about animals (23)
- Poems about frustration (19)
- Poems for children (74)
- Poems for dreamers (52)
- Poems for grown children (22)
- Poems for people who don't have much time to read poems (25)
- Poems that are a bit sad (21)
- Poems that are rather dark and maybe even a little bit scary (11)
- Poems that are rather silly (45)
- Poems that don't rhyme (8)
- Poems that rhyme (87)
- Riddles (1)
Blog Archive
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2010
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April
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- Lateral Thinking
- The Fourth Little Pig
- The Upside-Down Tree
- Squandered Star
- The Extraordinary Disappearance of a Good Hat
- The Scare, The Fright and The Fear
- The Figment
- Revolution
- Big Bob's Early Exit
- Eat My Words
- Mean Bean
- The Gum That Time Forgot
- Voyage of the Landlocked Pirate
- If I Had
- On Unicorns
- Tiny Mermaid
- The Poem That Isn't Finished
- The Wish Giver
- The Hole
- The Absentminded Elephant
- Topsy-Turvy World
- Magic Carpet
- Two Bad Jobs
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April
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