Poem -
petticoat swirls
You see crazy my dear
so
Pity me then
While I laugh with moon
and make clucks with
the hen
In the black in the
midnights a'crazed with
dark's might
And you in a window
And guarded by light
You see lonesome and
witcher's girl
petticoat swirls
But mad is the passport
To jovial worlds
So pity the mischief
I care not who's right
For I am the free one
Tis you locked up tight
M ~
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In the ancient mythological understanding
of the time....those persecuted were felt
by the many......in and of such, are revolutions
born......great words dear poet sister....ALL
STARS!!.....LOVE & ROCKETS!!......T xo
Thankyou T...Nice to see you back x
I think you may well have something here M .. tis after all a refraction of light mid a whole lot of darkness .. and just another day at the office for some .. x
I know, we don't get to run around in our knickers untill retirement and these days by the time that happens we have completely forgotten what knickers actually are x
It’s the same for us blokes Marion, I remember when I asked my significant other for some new undergarments for my birthday but she said there’s nowt wrong with the one you’ve already got all it needs is a couple of patches on each of the knees x
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I can see you outside I'm peeping from my bedroom window you and the moon and a pretty petticoat swirling, I can see you and all I feel is joy. 🌹 Truly you are amazing.