Exceptional A short rhymed poem When by Debra White

When all the trees were apple trees and ev'ry house was square with roofs that were triangular, I didn't have a care. The sun was always shining and  the flowers stood so tall and grass grew in a perfect line, no weeds on show at all. The butterflies' antennaes were as large as lollipops and falling from the sheep-shaped clouds were giant pear-shaped drops. The people all had bobbleheads with arms and legs like sticks and ev'rything made perfect sense when I was only six.   Recognized Author Notes When life was simple and we didn't have to question and overthink every single thing! Image courtesy of google.

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