One more from the memory class at college. The topic – First Room.
The living room was my play room.
The living room was the dining room,
the back room and the front room.
The living room was every room.
The living room had a hi-fi.
The hi-fi had sharp corners.
I had a superman doll,
And a head as soft as butter.
Around and around I span,
Round and around we flew.
Flying and spinning.
Crying and bleeding.
The living room had carpets.
The carpets hit my head.
The living room had carpets
That now had turned bright red.
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