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My Dragon

by Ged Thompson

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My Dragon
 
A dragon lives beneath my bed, it hides there through the day
It waits until I’m all alone and all the adults gone away
 
Then at the bottom of the bed, I see its tail, uncoiling round and round
Then some golden wings, a slender neck, as if its coming out the ground
 
Its eyes are red and its breathing smoke and its teeth are sharp and shiny
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Wednesday 30th January 2013 2:07 pm

children's poetry   dragons   magic

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