A Wish

October 29, 2009
A wish, to speak but a word to him
Oh! to saltate with such vigor,
At the opportunity to behold such as that
Amiable face, crinkled into delectation
Elbows riveled, contortioned into pretzels,
The instant sublime, supreme, sacred
Yet oh so flitting, the swift, the swallow;
Gone the days of sitting, do not wish, do not wallow.





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