So hard to stay away, poems keep popping in my head.
Anacreontic Verse, for Edward Ebbs's Contest Written January 16, 2016 I red of your blue in strange yellow ink While viewing your lips a strange sad like pink Your colouring book of an adult sort judged by a Jury's unfounded report Scribbles and squiggles all over the page defied my knowledge of knowing your age You could not colour in intricate space instead a rainbow on hands and your face You stared beyond me with blank starving eyes the whats and wherefores none of them applies Almost all the red that mixes with your blue are marks of sadness he clawed into you A colouring stick with a silvered blade each line sliced with skill heart in hand displayed!
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