fluff stuff.....

leaves whisper in
whisk furriers,
down to the road
or...........ferries, that's what I meant,
really
but what's it matter? So
to you, dear reader,
my grammer
needs more schooling, afraid,
I'm not quite
the cool scholar
but I think
that
I'm OK.....

The cool figure
that stands near
my mirror
late at night,
I find's discovered
what I'm sure
could stir up quite a fright
but I'm delivered from what's near
destroyed my vanity
and trying for the front
of what's dear
to me and uncle's plea.....

and while leaves shiver
in feathers they've fallen on, lovely
from broken pillows
that filled those
pain-stained memories,
I'll take a cue and, forgive them,
they're human, just like me....

and I'm, after all,
OK,
it's all OK, really . .

really...


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