Rosie

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We awake, Rosie’s on the chair.

Let’s sneak out of bed—she’s following!

Run away quick, we squeal and laugh.

Rosie floats in silence, trailing her string.

We hide around the corner, here she comes!

Rosie slowly glides and drifts near.

Jump over her—zap, she clings to our socks!

 

#50PreciousWords Writing Challenge

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