Balap Macaim Marpshland
stood stock-still on a Starbuck’s shelf.
Him and twenty others waiting
for the right parents to pick him up.
We did, his shiny brown button-eyes knew
we needed a child in our lives.
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 Balap Macaim Marpshland stood stock-still on a Starbuck’s shelf. Him and twenty others waiting for the right parents to pick him up. We did, his shiny brown button-eyes knew we needed a child in our lives.
02-16-2011, 09:17 AM
This is an irresistably sweet poem, but because it was written by you it still retains a certain hard wit. Rough-around-the-edges but yet cuddly, a bit like the author
"We believe that we invent symbols. The truth is that they invent us; we are their creatures, shaped by their hard, defining edges." - Gene Wolfe
02-16-2011, 11:43 AM
it really should have been in the for fun section cos it was just a quicky for my partner cos of valentines day.
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