Ladies at a ball are not so fine as these.
Richly brocaded trees that decorate the fall.
They stand against a wall of crisp October sky.
Their plumèd heads held high like ladies at a ball.
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My Poem Book
PoetryA bunch of poems that I felt like posting. Some sad and some will be happy. Just take it word per word as I wrote them. This story will not be complete in any way until I think that there are enough inside for me to make a second book. Until then ha...
