Baby Blue

Baby burn your

Cardboard dreams

And put your heart

On a popsicle stick

Why don’t you plant

Some vodka trees

Try and fill these

Miles between

Maybe buy

A time machine

Or fly to the moon

For a slice of cheese

Baby grow up

I’m tired of you

Peaches and cream

Won’t go with blue

 

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13 thoughts on “Baby Blue

  1. Never will you drag my childlike-ness out of me, female! Impossible! I will not go peacefully!

    I need at least a few decades before I’m ready to stop believing in Santa Claus.

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