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Sunday, 19 October 2014

Blotz Poetry: Stellaillian

Blotz Poetry: Stellaillian


This is a Stellaillian.


Stellaillians eat stroodle, strawberries, smoothies, and soup at starlight, seven o'clock, sunny Sundays, and during Snowfall.


Stellaillians like sparkley slippers, slow snails, silly snakes, and super sales.


Stellaillian saves salamanders, sandals, special sticks, and soft stuff.

Stellaillian snuggled her sister, me.


(A very old poem, reposted Dec 6, 2017)

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