My Paper Room
My paper room and my fan
I came the other day
the carpet has grown to feet tall
my bed a nest I'll lay
My paper room and my fan
the walls from green to red
a smooth ceiling Ive seen birds fly
with a bulb above my head
My paper room and my fan
I've come to see and know
the paper leaves and fan a breeze
my outside inside home
This poem is about:
Me
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