Bored

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As the cold wind roars

I hear two little snores.

Went down around the Hall

saw ladybug on the wall;

smacked it with my broom

It landed in their room.

The ladybug pretty and red

laying in the middle of their bed;

flicked it through the door

back into the hallway floor.

Oh, what a boring time

with nothing else on my mind.

So let me end all of this with goodnight;

as I lock the doors and turn off the light.

By Joan Smith

Feb 19,2011

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