Please don't beg me kiss you,
Sweet Marie,
gnome green, droll grama.
Hidden treat,
don't make me hit you,
make an odor old as must.

I am a stony footed forester,
and all trees call me master,
except the teeny, beanpole plant
that dances without even standing.

02/18/2008

Author's Note: Very rough. Can't say it's finished, but can't say it's not.

Posted on 02/18/2008
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