Lily May Riddle
I’m odd! I’m odd!
and unusually insecure
like a lost dog in despair
or a pigeon that wandered to far
I’m odd, still make no effort
to change the impression i’m not
this thing I am,
this sort of creature of dark and night
can’t rule like I used before,
they stole my wings before my flight!
Stole my wings right out of sight!
And whils’t I’m pronouncing words of doom
I hastly run down the hill
ready to take off like an imbeciel
precisely at the edge; I jump!
It was indispensable love
to fly high or linger low
you truly need wings to set off and go
…🖤…
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