I sail
knowing as a child
i am watched as is
in premeditation's
thought he knew of.
Folly fools he laughs
me to
mote of minuscule of
dust he plucked from.
Pockets so haloed is
his sand my mind he
always held dearly so
you could hourly fix the
tone of moods drifting
word.
Posted trees do read
my rugs never cleaned
is a footless beggar to
beggared your heart felt
a plea.? ...waits...years..
Heard was a boy fiddles
crabs soft violin fishes do
hop without legs to his only
bucket
waiting on you to
teach
him to cook a little better..do?
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