It Is a Bald Mind That Grins
THE BOTTLE FLY
HARMLESS AND CUDDLY
IN IT’S LUMBERING BEAUTY
ALL METALIC
LIKE THE COOLER PLANETS MUST BE
SHINY GREEN AND BLUE
NUZZLES ME AS I LAY ON THE FLOOR
PASSING AWAY
WATCHING MY MERCURIAL FREIND
GRACEFULLY AND WITH GREAT CARE
WALK
ON MY
STILL
BRISTLY CHIN
Copyright © Thomas Stanton | Year Posted 2009
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