Her camel Tims hit a slick
Of black ice
Pan-caked to the curb
By February's fickle frost
She slipped
But didn't fall....
Gathering her cool interrupted
And all,
She pointed a manicured finger skywards,
Fixed her wig
And resumed her shuffling jig
To Van Siclen,
Evading winter's treachery...
With an assist
From her guardian angel
Dancing on a cloud over Brownsville.
~ Pablo (2/17/14)
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Feb 17, 2014
Feb 17, 2014 at 8:46 AM UTC
Her camel Tims hit a slick
Of black ice
Pan-caked to the curb
By February's fickle frost
She slipped
But didn't fall....
Gathering her cool interrupted
And all,
She pointed a manicured finger skywards,
Fixed her wig
And resumed her shuffling jig
To Van Siclen,
Evading winter's treachery...
With an assist
From her guardian angel
Dancing on a cloud over Brownsville.
~ Pablo (2/17/14)
(#IDIB)
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