Poems and Musings of a Woodenfox
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What We’ll Have

I’ve built us a cathedral from sandwich toothpicks,
Sipping tea, stuffing soggy envelopes that seal themselves,
I sent the mayoed pickles to refugees.

‘sigh’
Forbid they be an aquired taist!
For fear my fickle fancys request they send them back to me.
Let’s jest, be poor…

Til’ you and I might swim as ducks,
Side by side, to catch the crumbs
In our one dollar bills.

~Mike Messenger

One Comment

  1. Jasmine January 14, 2009 at 5:09 pm · Reply

    Kisses kisses kisses. (am I being too vain to assume?)

  • January 14, 2009
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