In a flutter of pink fifties
He cascades,
Tipping from the fat bundle of concealed leaves
So that all the world are his children
And come scurrying
For his fatherly beneficence.
© Ben Truesdale and distilledvoice, 2015.
In a flutter of pink fifties
He cascades,
Tipping from the fat bundle of concealed leaves
So that all the world are his children
And come scurrying
For his fatherly beneficence.
© Ben Truesdale and distilledvoice, 2015.
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