Forest Litter Flat-bottomed mini cone Are you dipped in wax? Wait till Christmas, perfect brown. I’ll decorate you with my glue gun. Solitary, still. Fine alone or dear as someone’s treasure Embellished, you remain the same. Petrified or self-assured? Fully alive or remaking death? Teach me to protect my core, little fir. I’m fine alone. It’s together that strains me.
Pdf Entry Information Exhibitor Name: Tia Creighton WEN: C491A9 Division: FA - 360 - Poetry Class: 01 Free form poem - Exhibitor 54 y Title: Forest Litter Description:
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