the vpoetry and jaunts of some kid named staines.
Misty
Porcelain royalty,
Iron-haired maiden,
Sloped to see those
in front/beside/by her tips'o'toes
and all in smile, widing grin
through which happy air follows in
This entry was posted on June 13, 2006 at 8:11 am and is filed under Poetry.
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