I submitted this to Poetry.com, and they said it was copyrighted under my name. Today, I found out that Poetry.com was not all it's cracked up to be, so I hope it's OK to resubmit it to AD.
Maggie, who is going to be 3 in October 2008, is our grand-daughter.
Little Maggie With Reddish-Yellow Hair
Some say her hair is “orange.”
Well, try to rhyme that color!
It can’t be done, it is no fun
Even for Winston Fuller.
Perhaps, in some far distant clime,
where “j” is used for pluralj,
And dogj and catj run rampant
in the streetj at intramuralj,
And then, O then, we’d happily say,
“Her hair is orange, and
The farmers’ barnj,
Are full of hay-balej plural.”
Dixon “Bapaw” Coulbourn
Let this coming of age story of a boy named Bean take you back to a simple time. Set in a small southern town in the 1960's, encircled by a river and gleaming white cotton fields.
A wicked Cajun Fairy named Robes Pierre entered the impenetrable Magical doll land of Sha Bebe. Queen Faustina, the ruler of the doll land, thought she had destroyed him, but he's back! Will the doll land survive his evil ways?
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