castleA Poem by h d e rushinI like the way 5 year old's play house. there are no ladders. no garages; cars with no personalized license plates pushed along. no churches with wailing congregations. no spoiled oranges. but wait the table is always set with dainty cups handled with two fingers. napkins are always rugs otherwise, love and peace desired is just the baloney moon exposed to humankind and the further the cat pressures the horrified jungle of short breaths, I mean the more innocence illicits love by moral or ideal worth; the more the giant mother flicks the sun off and they take a nap.
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