Dustballs
when the moon has lain down
and the stars have gone
to seek their beds
look beneath yours
there, they quietly lay
half hid from the sun
by the slip covers
nestled together, cuddled in neglect
gather them, sweep them away
they cause allergies
dustballs 12/15/09
just sweeping cobwebs from my mind
mwehehe
Labels: dreams of a love, dustballs, funny poetry, poetry, sleeping stars
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