Somebody came into the room
And gripped me with a suede fade
And then my arms and face fell off.
For such an elegant lady, it was a tough move.
So how should I proceed? Just fairly,
And wait for things to get on
Or paint a few throbbing butterfly pictures
Of where the lovely milkmaid leaves her stuff?
rcs.
1st draft: 07/29/06
©2006 Ronald C. Southern
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Abandon hope, all ye who enter here! (At least put on your socks and pants.)