SheerRose


I...I...I

yea, I knew Rose

she wore those hose

close for her foes

could not nose

I suppose,

they were silk

soft as milk

buttery, feathery, heathery


{pruple, chartreuse, what's the ex:cuse?

for such a sheer born, near as a thorn~black~tack:ed}
......................[ibid].......................[she:did]................

blown buds of thistle

hot as a mistle

toes

O...O...O.

I know

I knew

Rose...





Poetry by fyodr
Read 570 times
Written on 2007-08-20 at 14:43

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