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"Lighthouse Dandelions" Jamie Wyeth


paint yourself
striped wildcat 
arch your eyebrows 
then jiggle the 
ice, round 
and round
in your jelly glass of 
sunbeams

wink knowingly
as the pretty young things 
come 
and pirouette cleverly 
at your feet
gypsy soul whisperer
father figure 
candle on the water

Rene ~ May 20, 2013
For Magpie Tales

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  1. Brian MillerMay 20, 2013 at 10:37 PM

    ha. rather fun piece...the father figure adds poignance to me...maybe just being a father and understanding that responsibility...

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  2. AnonymousMay 21, 2013 at 3:02 AM

    This a lot of fun and very cool =)

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  3. HelenMay 21, 2013 at 12:59 PM

    Awesome poetry, Ms. Rene!!!

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  4. Audrey Howitt aka DivaloungerMay 21, 2013 at 7:33 PM

    Ah you make me want to dance a jig! Loved this!

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  5. Vodka MomMay 22, 2013 at 9:48 PM

    i love every SINGLE thing about this....


    (winks knowingly....)

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  6. kelvin s.m.May 22, 2013 at 10:39 PM

    ..delicious take... loved the jelly glass of sunbeams... smiles...

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  7. Buddah MoskowitzMay 24, 2013 at 2:26 PM

    Jes, when ju get older, de pretty gurs dey peer-o-yette in front uh ju becuss ju no longer a tret.

    Loved this, old Mexican Moskowitz

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  8. Irish GumboMay 24, 2013 at 11:08 PM

    I shall drink from the jelly glass sunbeams. Slainte!

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  9. Vodka MomMay 26, 2013 at 8:21 PM

    oh I LOVE coming over here.....

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