Saturday, April 02, 2005

uncanny

Some perceptive poems by Julia at Eagle's Wing:

I AM A PAINTBRUSH

I am a paintbrush. You can
tell I have not taken a bath.
There are blue stains of paint.
I can not even see my self.
People take and slap me on something
hard. That gets the paint off
me. I've just got a bath and
I am clean. What? What is
that person doing? Yikes, dipping
me in something pink. Those girl
paintbrushes are going to like me
I guess.


HOW DANCING WAS INVENTED

A man was riding his horse
and took a break. The horse
stepped on the man, the man
was jumping and making
weird moves. Most people saw it
and decided to do it too and that
is called dancing.

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