Tuesday, January 25, 2022


I've angel wings and Triton's tools
In fairy rings and tidal pools
I've satin sheets and woven wools
Of golden string on sewing spools
I dress in feathers, lace, and jewels
Whilst rearranging molecules
I keep it quiet, calm, and cool
In astral Amsterdaming school
There is but one requested rule
You mustn't make of me a fool

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