GETTING ME OUT OF BED

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    • ANNAMAE
    • I love to write poetry, play some piano, play some guitar, and style and sew my own cloths.

    GETTING ME OUT OF BED



    Comes the day after night, I sleep with a sheet.
    Amiky my dog, uncovers my feet.

    "No licky, Amicky," I command as she slurps,
    "No licky my feet," My squeaky voice chirps.

    I snap my fingers and point to the floor,
    She jumps down on command, but back once more.

    Grabbing the sheets with her front paw,
    Pulling the covers with her small little jaw.

    "It's time to get up," is her way to say,
    All frisky and full of mischievous play.

    So I get up, she's ready for a treat,
     Then jumps on the couch and falls fast asleep.

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    Poetry is what is lost in translation.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

    ANNAMAE’s Poems (23)

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    ISSUES OF THE GARDEN 0
    MEMORABLE THINGS 0
    THIS HEART BELONGS TO ERNIE 0
    CORN WAR 1
    There's Use in Everything 0
    Happiness I Call Mine 0
    Thanks for Giving 0
    Under the Tree 1
    The Mexican Jumping Bean 0
    Christopher Columbus: 1451-1506 0
    The Storm 1
    Clunk Land 0
    Sign of The Times 0
    TOO MUCH CHEESE 0
    OVERSIZE LOAD 0
    Just for you 0
    American West Heritage (1912) 0
    GETTING ME OUT OF BED 0
    Be Afraid of the Dark 1
    "WHAT MORE CAN I SAY" 1
    ARIZONA 0
    "LASTING LOVE" 0
    "THAT'S WHO YOU ARE" 0