Shadow of an Imp
It was me and wasn’t me
And if not me what could it be?
It looked like me, an unkempt twin
Eating cookies from the bin
My eyes were blue but its were green
It was the me that might have been.
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Written in response to The Daily Post’s Daily Prompt. Check it out!
I haven’t read a poem that much fun for a very long time indeed.
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