( / Lynchburg, Virginia)

End Of Season

Spinning, unspinning never ending wiles
Battle fought conferring ambush, bestowing twinge
Passion equalled making vows, breaking vows
Twinkling eyes, tiny arms onto my left leg dangle
Umpteenth question unanswered to innocence
I kneel down to waddle, room a plenty on my shoulder
A soft murmur in the petite ears, though obscure
Grow up and be my friend to waddle me when I shrink

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