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Fred |
I conjured you up like falling glitter,
Multiplicity and multiply,
The detail of efforts and flaws.
Makeup and hairsmell.
New shoes.
The crowd snaps flash photos.
notice ironed shirts.
We will name a fellowship after you,
Now that you tried to save the world .
Are you happy for yourself?
That just shows what that means.
Pinstriped and ironed stiff.
How was that blood bath place?
Tell me all your adjectives,
The same ones you used in your writing.
By the way those acronyms were people.
Mind the bananas in the syrup,
They taste sticky sweet.
Just say the word.
We honor your title.
I know you just sit there like the rest,
Punctuality and punctuation.
I will be in my cocoon.
And the weather is mild,
Like your collar,
With a chance of rain.
Written by Dalia, Arranged by Fred
Labels: Fred
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