Every little sphere in perfect form, packed in tight for the upcoming storm.
A knitted scarf to keep very warm, perfectly tied as if a uniform.
Deformed little raisons shoved in tight. As you might say, his mouth is not a pretty sight!
Buttons for eyes, triangles and squares, looking at you with a blank little stare.
Oh my! What a big nose, so orange and long. If you could see, you'd know something was wrong.
With those eyes, nose, and mouth in constant glee, I would say he is the oddest man ever to see!
2/4/98
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PoetryI live with a mathematical, logical mind, but tend to be immersed in emotion. The imbalance can both prosper and hinder me. with love, b 1987-until then...
