We all need some whimsy in this cold and, until tonight, snowless winter
monuments so high they tickle the belly of a jet plane
the taj mahal is splendid but a soul could drift too far
penguins would have to call me back with their song
to the party of the half drawn creatures
and pants that walk on their own
a child with flipped hair says shhhhhh!
there is a sad one who gazes nowhere among us

Velma1
Velma2 Velma3Amy

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