Not Biscuits

My friend is like a fairy
So feather light and airy
Her hair goes storming through the snow
With wings of pale violet smoke she rises
Bright as Day and just as full of surprises
Shy as a ghost at my window
Swift as a sunbeam pierce arrow
(Xanax time and a Goodwill Cigarette)
Time for some toasty tea with vinaigrette
Way up there in the woods somewhere
Telling tales to a caterpillar rescue mission
My friend she takes a magic pill, makes her decision
So feather light and airy
My Love is like a fairy .

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Written on 2015-07-22 at 12:55

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Jamsbo Rockda The PoetBay support member heart!
Wonderful. Perhaps the Xanax gives fairy visions :)

Ivan R
Such a delight to read, it flows through the body with a happy tune, lovely