A riddle I made up.
Standing up straight it chooses to sleep
But when it goes down feel free to creep
For when it wakes it starts to fall
Waving happily to you and all
But do not touch it while awake
For your thirst it will not slake
And if it dances for too long
It will die, its smile is gone.
Sunday, May 30, 2010
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