A little lamp with glowing grin,
Lights up nights with joy within.
Dancing shadows on the wall,
Throw a party, big or small!
It flickers jokes in yellow hue,
Tickles chairs and books askew.
Games of tag with beams of light,
Hide and seek all through the night.
Wiggles, winks, a shining prank,
Spins a tale on every plank.
Not just glow—it's glee and play,
Brightening up a dull, dark day.
So if you hear a giggling gleam,
It’s the lamp’s light-hearted dream.
Turn it on—let joy commence,
In laughter’s lovely, glowing sense!
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mitty anego
I write whatever drifts into my mind, like clouds passing through the sky.
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