Open up the circus flap... a zillion dauble down.
Scarlet stipple polka dot... dazzle bluish brown.
Jackson Pollack green the grass with splash of sordid pink.
Gauguin all the poplar leaves & tremble black to kink.
But do not touch the powder white, the fragile wings of flight
Crack the fissure, lava’s fault & molten rupture red.
Icings take the cake or pillows violet on my bed.
Follies light with pastel hue the palest girlish flush.
Shatter bottle green & blue the wine of rosee blush.
But do not touch the powder white, the fragile wings of flight
Tear a strip from noon day sky... paste to coral reef
Mine the depths of ocean foam... behold the bluest sea.
Tumble , tumble silken rags in the tumble dryer.
First of July on a spangled eve, warblers on a wire.
But do not touch the powder white, the fragile wings of flight
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