My name is Milly Aswillbe,
I wish there was just one of me,
But in fact, there’s twenty-three,
Each takes their time and place
To occupy my frame and face,
And have their stint upon the stage
Being good or madly rage
Or being sweet and kind
Or being wild and speak their mind,
Each has a different name from mine
One of which is Cassy Kline,
But each is odd to some degree,
For each is some part of me.
Jun 24, 2012
Jun 24, 2012 at 11:33 AM UTC
My name is Milly Aswillbe,
I wish there was just one of me,
But in fact, there’s twenty-three,
Each takes their time and place
To occupy my frame and face,
And have their stint upon the stage
Being good or madly rage
Or being sweet and kind
Or being wild and speak their mind,
Each has a different name from mine
One of which is Cassy Kline,
But each is odd to some degree,
For each is some part of me.
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