Poetry: Untitled #7
Sep. 1st, 2007 11:02 amSeeing a wren cling
With tined toes to the railing,
She crumbles her crusts,
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With tined toes to the railing,
She crumbles her crusts,
Her leavings a picnic feast[Crossposted to
And twelve full baskets over.