MUST BE THE SEASON
MUST BE THE SEASON OF THE WITCH YEAH
The disruption of the seasons changing
again No more languorously laying
in the garden tanning my legs &
dredging up words amidst scantily
clad co-eds pretending to learn
Now it’s chilly my legs a garish yellow
and I am walking the halls of the A.G.O.
alone Except for the bearded tourists
who ask to take my picture & touch my hair
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Fall 2012
songanddancegirl 