Cankerous
Cantankerous
Dangerous
Deranged by us?
Elevated
Liberated – – set Free by Thought alone
Foxed…by the scent of a Rose so sweet
By a life so neat
Then
The Worm
Turneth…
Who will buy my sweet dead roses?
Who will buy? Who will buy?
A Penny
A Penny
A Penny for them, Sir…
Give me the thoughts that surround this
Sort the ”canker” within my
Head.
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