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By wistful Date: 2001 Sep 07 Comment on this Work [[2001.09.07.02.41.18158]] |
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Skipping through love's heady haze Flipped me into Neverland Pastel clouds, crayola days Cartoon fawns sup from my hand A singing sparrow glides to me to rest upon my fingertip And then while dancing merrily I see a pool and take a dip I dive from off the highest peak And plunge into a fresh clear pool I reemmerge swan-like and sleek And now that I am nicely cooled I land with laughing joyful glee Into the softest, densest moss So young and strong and fancy free Giving my flaxen hair a toss And jumping up I spin in air A perfect triple pirouette I dance through life without a care Evil has never won Here! Yet . . . As I leap from rock to shore With gentle gazelle gamine grace I wonder briefly what life's for Beneath this 2-D cartoon face. To stop and think would cause the reel To burn and crisp and writhe away So I'll ignore the way I feel And think of it some other day. |