Thursday, June 04, 2009

E's Poem

“Washing Machines are Heads, Heads are Washing Machines”



Everybody’s head is a washing machine

Haven’t you heard of your brain?

The lines in it are wrinkles

From being in the machine too long

Oh, how we need a dryer!


E. is five years old. She was inspired by Shel Silverstein’s poem, “Shadow Wash.”

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