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Never a Nice Word
Dreamer 'neath the oak
Quiet and still
Catcalling at onlookers
Amused by nubile sightseers
I wonder at length
What those dreams
Are made of
I tremble sometimes
Your face of cobblestone
Your tongue of glass
It mocks me
I cannot say
I do not deserve
I've scratched at trees
I've shrilled at birds
You are never amused
Yet you in your own way
Are always so immature.
Quiet and still
Catcalling at onlookers
Amused by nubile sightseers
I wonder at length
What those dreams
Are made of
I tremble sometimes
Your face of cobblestone
Your tongue of glass
It mocks me
I cannot say
I do not deserve
I've scratched at trees
I've shrilled at birds
You are never amused
Yet you in your own way
Are always so immature.
Published 17th May 2017
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17th May 2017 10:37am
immature is the word ma man.. when it comes ta mama nature none's mature enough, good write good anonymous write dear man
18th May 2017 6:51am
Thanks for the kind words, walker. I am grateful for you stopping by! ~anonshadow
