possibly not, yet the deed was done,
the sword was plastic. raised we
engaged in sword, in word play.
always the actor he fine tuned
the pokes and prods, wounded me
a little. apparently i am self healing,
did not need to fall and groan so.
arise sir grandma to fight another
day. Yet i have given up that struggle,
i actually know that regeneration
is not endless.
i may not have a knighthood.
i have a gift.
sbm.
Feb 17, 2015
Feb 17, 2015 at 1:28 AM UTC
possibly not, yet the deed was done,
the sword was plastic. raised we
engaged in sword, in word play.
always the actor he fine tuned
the pokes and prods, wounded me
a little. apparently i am self healing,
did not need to fall and groan so.
arise sir grandma to fight another
day. Yet i have given up that struggle,
i actually know that regeneration
is not endless.
i may not have a knighthood.
i have a gift.
sbm.
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