Tuesday, February 16, 2010
Deceit.
You would think!
that her calico skin
would have given her away;
a hint, at the slightest,
of her wavering intent to stay
or be anywhere or anything certain.
But none could ever see
that this mottled Miss could never be
any shade of steady.
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I feel small.
Deceit.
there are no words.
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