How Oliver Died Oliver loved the shimmer of the night He stared at the stars so distant and bright. Each evening he wiggled and whispered as he spoke 'To be as bright as a star' was all he hoped. On a holiday night he flew and he eyed some holiday lights on a pine tree outside. He dove and he spun and wrapped himself 'round Each glowing bulb with feathers surround So happy was Oliver, as bright as a star Now stuck on a tree you can see from afar |
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Posted on: Oct 26th 2010, 5:05:01am