Sneeze Louise Tries To Ride a Rainbow
I usually don't talk about rainbows.
I'd rather talk about farmers or crows.
But if you pierce a rainbow, does it not bleed?
Into one color, for every intention, desire, and need?
Brothers and sisters and cousins and nephews,
I care not how descends your Muse.
Listen to the string meant only for you.
The angels bless your every "kerchoo."
1/20/16
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