indecent orange
dancing with bright yellow
flames
upon my canvas
at art therapy
we talk of winning the show
of learning too slow
Lily reads my tea leaves
you have money in your
future
far away now
I lean over the canvas
carefully apply
antique gold
and smile
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Various nonsense, poetry and cacophonous blatherings. I am morose, verbose, and ambidextroose. Care to join me? I love to hear others poems please throw one in! Peace and love.
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