Inflatable Poem by John Bliven Morin

Inflatable



Now I lay me down to sleep
With my plastic, air-filled sheep;
If I should die before I wake,
Hide my sheep for goodness sake!

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John Bliven Morin

John Bliven Morin

New London, CT
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