Little SquaresA Poem by AunreUnchanged frames.
Little Squares
Logging in against the wind Whose online this time The faces have changed but The frames remain the same Read a few with catchy words Little sponges full of blood And full of tears and vast herds Of grazing, lowing uncertainties Let's all fall down on pavement Scruff up our knees in unison Wail in anguished bereavement Then apply those colorful band-aids There's a predilection for clever diction It keeps attention in parade line format Even the royalty gives some wrist action The little squares remain warm with friction © 2016 Aunre |
StatsAuthorAunreIce Station Zebra, Where the penguin'd harpies play..., AntarcticaAboutJust someone that likes to read and write. --- For now, I'm reviewing on a tit-for-tat basis by email request only. If your material is out of my depth I'll just say so and decline; hope you unders.. more..Writing
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