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Without Handlebars
Come out, come out, taste the bouquet!
Flowers smell better tossed with stars;
Tonight the fairies will come out to play;
Riding the sky without handlebars
the Fey’s toadstools delicately ring;
Their vibrato hanging within bell jars;
As you gaze within wings are fluttering,
throwing a wimpering whirring glow;
Your reality is left all but stuttering;
Vim and vigor pollinate with gusto,
tender loving care allows wishes to grow.
Copyright ©
Melani Udaeta
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