STRABISMUS
Strabismus
Ouch the day
Can’t see straight
Friday’d have it
No other way
The birds alit
The dogs hid
We all cursed our mothers
And wished
We’d never been born
When she found the candle
Still lit
Melted all over her favorite dish
(when was the last time
It didn’t merely serve
As decoration?)
Good morning
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WHO IS CAPTAIN B?
Captain B. Seafarer. Lover of shore leave. Collector of heads. Disseminator of tales. Twitter: @NPeligeiro
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