punch down, turn around, stop.
look me in the eye
feel the feelers, the potatoe peelers
and everything in between
mud pies and filtered tries and prairie dogs with wings!
loving lessons filled with discretion for the young
and little things
we sing we sigh we surely cry
for everything and nothing
tight rope walkers stare down defaulters
with every little try
to keep you knocking
and keep you socking at already purple eyes
the purple eyed peopleA Poem by wolfshrewfor we are the fighters© 2009 wolfshrewReviews
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