Somehow I woke up in the universe next door
I don't know how this keeps happening
It seems today that green is now red
And spoken words taste of cinnamon
Flavor tickles gently in this place
I like the touch of a birds breath
Flying upside down around a may pole
Chattering away with their large teeth
This strange place I must leave and go forth
Back to my own world now head due north


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Hi folks, I'm a software development manager. I've worked with computers most of my life. I write a poem a day about whatever strikes my fancy. I hope they make you smile.