Fairy Tale Fallacies Two
by Erin E Kelly-Moen
Sunday, September 17, 2006
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There are no wolves in fleeced mohair, are no
Harbored dens of humanity’s kind, no
Footprints of angels in snow, plod upon,
Everywhere to go, I know … there is snow.
I live a life of life unpurged, I show
What to do in fettered experience.
I wonder if I do, show what to do,
I think. I wander Grimm, and, wonder cold…
There is a price to mohair fleeced, with no
Chance of shattering druthers, there are no
Footprints on the moon as blind as mine. So,
I guess this is an old experiment
Of Death. I cannot fail to dispute souls’
Wails of evisceration. I’m no one.
Erin Elizabeth Kelly-Moen
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