Fates of Felt

Friday, May 10, 2013

Laugh away you old crone
Cackle and caw your contentment
The withering wisdom you wear
Wafts your cozening

I sear the sky as a shooting sun
A leonine lodestar of loons
And zephyr of fabled fools
You so scorn
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