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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