What is that I see?
A pen floating and moving for me?
What is there to say?
It’s so hard to look away…
Flying around is such a sight
Telling stories while in flight.
Who am I to be afraid
New adventures are to be made.
“Lets take a trip
And make them flip
As they realize that I am real
And that Ghosts really do feel
The pressure to fit in
And want to fill them in
On all the stories to be told
If they would only be so bold”
Let’s go Joe
It’s time to go
And tell them of our adventures.
About the Creator
Lauren Armstrong
Wife. Mom of 2 boys (1 with ASD/CAS, 1 NT)
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