Sunday, December 19, 2010

Mark this!

I have a friend most rugged.
who does not like to be huggèd.

Except by certain special girls
He also likes short poems.
So these are for him.
I hope he likes them.

If human loves are made an end,
I hang on others, their branches bend,
And I slide off, fall on my head,
When I set my eyes on human store,
I'm somehow always wanting more.
friends looking less human than before.

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If I set out to have a swing,
the trees seem tools for fastening,
But if I intend to reach the sky,
I find the sympathy their trunks imply.

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