Gray Squirrel Poet Free verse

Con-Trast

Con-Trast

I Know Your Sham-Rock Clovers
And Frilly Lacey Flower Hearts
All Tumble Out Of
Sweet Delusional 
Hall-Mark Dreams...

With Plastered Faces
         &
Screams Of Pleasure.

Raise A Glass.
Auld Lang Syne.

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My Own Body Heat
Curled Up Under
A Rag Or Something,

*Arms Enveloping*

 Warm At Last.

-Gray Squirrel

06-04-2025

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Ghairo Daniels June 4, 2025 at 11:58 AM Turned my White-Black heart to gray **then to pink again. Excellent, hit on head with beautiful twist. Enjoyed this read, very refreshing. ThkU. Gray Squirrel June 4, 2025 at 6:14 PM Thx.