Misc.

There are times when I dream of bubbles.
I want to encompass everyone I love
and protect them from their troubles.

Perhaps we'd live in a commune
and grow our own vegetables.
We'd also raise beef that was naturally immune.

And if one of you made me sad and cry;
I'd pop your damn bubble-
and watch you fly!

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Sometimes, like when you broke my favorite cow plate......
I really want to punch you in the eye.

I don't trust you in the kitchen by yourself...
Really, dear, how much butter do you need?

But there are other times, like when you waited with baited breath as I read your Christmas poem.......
And when you held me close and just let me cry....
That I know that I am where I am supposed to be.

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I think of escape plans for all occasions.
(Do you think this chair could break this window in event of an emergency?)
And when I think of floor plans I always add secret rooms and panic buttons.
(What about a secret panel in the closet that leads to the attic?)
We'd all slip out the backdoor and into safety.
(Everyone accounted for.)
The thieves can have it all.
(Books, blankets, and things.)
But they can't have us.