Poem for Drewby
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In a world so strange to me
I met a puffy cloud
HE said he was made of magic
But he kinda smelled
I told him to be careful
For if some wind came
He would blow far away
and never be seen againHe kinda looked at me funny
Well I think he did anyway
It was hard to tell
Since his face was puffy and strangeThen he began to float
Float so far away
Whats your name I yelled after
Drewby was never seen again
About The Author
Matty is a 37 year old girl who is an Autistic Poet, Writer and Artist and lives alone in Christchurch New Zealand with a kitty! Matty has given many talks on autism and about being unique in a world that's often not accepting, Matty has also engaged with artist and worked on Art projects Matty usually works on an Art project at the same time as a writing one! This means posts can be a bit delayed!
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