Twits Wits and Little Fits
Love bluff
pink lovely stuff
never burns
though it melts
and when it does flesh like metal smelts
fools toys little
things of no great value
sweet to touch and taste so hallow
no finger tips no love on lips
when you fly and leave
I hope you know and believe
that I too go
from building like water flow
Copyright © Bias Fields | Year Posted 2011
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