GO TELL
To be mangled as a star in a
cosmos of the deep - that is
something to imagine. Yes,
try that sometime on a bus
rounding to cross Central Park,
or in your kayak brigade
running rapids.
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My personality has a flex like a
glitter - I can charm, but it's against
my wishes; and I can't sing a stitch.
Marion Barry had nothing on me, nor,
for that matter, would have Mary Baker
Eddy had she had a glimpse of me.
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I am wooden, and I am stone.
Stalwart, and nervous, and shy as well.
All that, and mostly wrapped up in nothing.
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