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"... brevity is the soul of wit ..."
- William Shakespeare

Emelyn Buttercup Koene


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of Dreams

Dreams of ponfrogs sitting on dimes
of softened little men floating in the wind
of feathers drowning in misty waters
of dilapidated cricketpillars
of a thousand dandelion spears piercing the sun
of striped waves of seafoam
of violet daffodils growing in caves
of shattered music notes on the sidewalk
of flower-dolls dancing in sunny moonlight
of bottleworms in a mystical trance
of every shade of bitter infatuation
of the edge of the world pulled taut
of conscious unfathomable