As the day blended colors colors it reared a head of mystery
Walking the strut of a cat well-fed Gigolo strolled with deliberate nonchalance to his destination flew
Looking at all with merriment refine knowing a twisted rod said he be
A rock and pebble has nothing on me
Searing thoughts cascading as flashes of wit and sophisticated play entertained loudly and subtly
Measure Measure do you know me at all
Click a heel once not me not me and swerved left and said au revoir
By
Felicia McCaw
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