Timmy wrapped a towel
around his head
to protect his locks
from the elements
so he could stroll about
freely around the square
without a care in the world.
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Author: Aidan Badinger
Wharved.com
I am a poet.
I write poems.
Titles and subjects and subsequent readership are all part of one fragmented figment of our universe, and it's nice that we take it so seriously. Hopefully the craft remains and grows stronger for our children.
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