Young spark
Slipping on the shoes
Of a thespian,
A walk about
Wonderland,
Yet, in a fog
You lost your father
On final approach,
The twinkle
Of your light went out,
In quiet step,
Tenderfoot,
Turned
One degree
Too far,
And lost you were
Upon a London flat.
Birthday girl,
It's not your fault.
Jan 20, 2022
Jan 20, 2022 at 1:25 PM UTC
Young spark
Slipping on the shoes
Of a thespian,
A walk about
Wonderland,
Yet, in a fog
You lost your father
On final approach,
The twinkle
Of your light went out,
In quiet step,
Tenderfoot,
Turned
One degree
Too far,
And lost you were
Upon a London flat.
Birthday girl,
It's not your fault.
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