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Yellow Yo-Yos

a poem

By Robbie BalePublished 3 years ago 1 min read
Yellow Yo-Yos
Photo by Eric Prouzet on Unsplash

Grandma's crib was always fun

She had all the toys

We went there every weekend

Mom would drop us off

Leave us there all weekend

Granny cooked good food too

Grub had me sleepy everytime

After my regular afternoon nap

Lee and I would play

The playroom was the spot

I had a specific toy

My nice and shiny yoyo

It was round and yellow

I couldn't do any tricks

But it was still fun

Unraveling it over and over

Lee got some turns too

I was never ever selfish

Love my Granny to death

Whole gang gonna eat soon

surreal poetry

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