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Nov 20, 2008
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for Stacey
There upon the staircase
On All Hallowed night a clown
you sat
pensive, tasting
something your excursion got,
Costumed red, yellow, green and white
Ruffled collar, quiet face
Blue eyed, golden hair curled
in thoughts.
When I at distance watched
And wonder whelmed by you,
Became your certained father
By uncertain struck.
Love lit, glad and sad.
Glad – that you are.
Sad – that helpless I may be,
When hapless happens,
And I cannot
Be there always
when it’s me you want.
or to know what and how,
To be enduringly,
For you
The person I imagine
You trust that I will be.
On All Hallowed night a clown
you sat
pensive, tasting
something your excursion got,
Costumed red, yellow, green and white
Ruffled collar, quiet face
Blue eyed, golden hair curled
in thoughts.
When I at distance watched
And wonder whelmed by you,
Became your certained father
By uncertain struck.
Love lit, glad and sad.
Glad – that you are.
Sad – that helpless I may be,
When hapless happens,
And I cannot
Be there always
when it’s me you want.
or to know what and how,
To be enduringly,
For you
The person I imagine
You trust that I will be.
— ArrowWords, Nov 20, 2008
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Critiques
Arrow
17 years 6 months ago
This packs an emotional punch.
ArrowWords
17 years 6 months ago
for Stacey
Kailashana
17 years 6 months ago
A unique writing style,
weirdelf
17 years 6 months ago
This really works for me,
Arrow
17 years 6 months ago
I think that's a computer glitch.
weirdelf
17 years 6 months ago
mmm, interesting, haven’t
ArrowWords
17 years 6 months ago
Spacing