Off The Wall By Gloria Cameron
The silver coat you wear
The Violets in your hair,
The knick-knack everywhere,
Were chosen:
For blue, and green are beautiful
To who choose to see.
A chrysanthemum a patch of leaves
Underneath my toes,
I too lay on your chest
An icon in the scene,
Your shimmering open fabric I tatted long
To shade me me from the sun,
And keep me from my Freudian hell
Oh how speak in tongues!
When the dip-pity, dancing beast
Hunts in his empty space
And papa stealthy stilts
sound like creaking hinge
And the hairy underling's remarks
causes my dreams to end
As the caged bird
Flap her mighty wings
All these scenes so heavy on my head
I couldn't resist Cinderella’s slippers
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