To and fro not
needing a hand
Recounting the years,
those rocking bands
Cushioned downs that
cushion your down
Part, against fears
of taking a bow
Out. Many places,
could’ve been there
Yet this motion
leads nowhere.
Arthritic joints unable to skirt
Arthritic joints unable to skirt
No buying time on the
black market.
To and fro those
loving hands,
Rock the naïve mind serenaded
by fairy bands
Pretty eyes large and
brown
That send hope rays
through the town
Tiny ecstatic limbs
kicking the air
Cant wait to go where
those hands were.
Nimble feet can’t
wait to squirt
Biding time for the
right sunset
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