The dish ran away with the spoon,
the cow was still jumping the moon.
A long time past left behind,
and a forgotten wish to find.
Memories elude my visual view,
wondering if the wish came true.
Digressing, distressing I be,
to my wishes I'm blind I can't see.
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Maplespal (Pseudonym) (
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This poem begins with a nursery rhyme and evolves into memories and forgotten childhood wishes. Do we forget them? Nicely done it makes me wonder and I like that in a poem
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