October 24th, 2015 #1

set shot in technicolor
red hair-fair skin, bread and butter
feel free, never clutter
legs stress, bedrest, dresses hover
going to coming home
met, with the world, but was alone
once, nothing’s shown
petals fall, because a bud is grown
be still… brew the leaf
chewing the fats, subdue the teeth
ah sure salutes a chief
boats beating beaches, to the reef
sail a way, into the sky
quick as a wink, the blink of an eye
spin this minstrel a lie
spirits kept well fed… simple as pie

October 24th, 2015 #1

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