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Magic Carpet

I once had a carpet of magic
But the story is oh so tragic
It had threads that were bare
From some moths unaware
Who ate holes in its miraculous fabric

One day while flying o're Mt. Rainier
I detected a breeze on my derriere
It was then I saw
My rug had a flaw
It was unraveling right there in mid-air

I tried to fly to Seattle
But the threads so quickly unraveled
I let out a scream
And woke up from my dream
And found I had shredded my pillow

© 2004 Rita L. Betti

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