Like a bronc sometimes,
I'll stick to Magic Carpets
Ripples and dips
and a few twists,
Dusty Mustard and Blue
over oasis, desert
we flew
in pursuit of wishes;
akin to rubbing that lamp!
I held the edge of the hallway runner once, just so I could experience the feel of hanging on to a Magic Carpet. Your poem has filled in the rest. Love it! That's the color Crayola has been missing all along: Dusty Mustard!
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I fancy a ride on a mgic carpet, too! :)
I held the edge of the hallway runner once, just so I could experience the feel of hanging on to a Magic Carpet. Your poem has filled in the rest. Love it!
That's the color Crayola has been missing all along: Dusty Mustard!
Lovely, I likes this, mucho!....'Dusty Mustard and Blue
over oasis, desert
we flew
in pursuit of wishes;'... How cool is that?
Ah great poem, enjoyed it :)
I always believed Aladdin and his genie could grant any of my childish wishes ... take your seat at the front of the bus!
I love what Muse Swings says about holding on to the edge of the hall rug...now that's my style!!!
Better than an Opel Corsa any day of the week. Dusty mustard!
Do you have any room on that carpet? I fancy a flight!
A compact gem!
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