decidedly deciduous,

profanely delicious,

fly solo crazed

through the maze,

catching bugs

(lady thugs)

prey or pray?

alone allay

danger fraught,

caring naught,

soul solstice

is not avarice,

so never fear

the merry seer,

for far and wide

against the tide

outsider rider

stirs the storm,

stirs the sun,

stirs the stars,

but not the moon,

no, never the moon

not then

not now

not ever

copyright r.b.franklin 14/08/06

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