Poison ivy came up like a rose
in red and thorny garb
I look, liked and did dare touch
my pals my avid touch espied
with green and frosty eyes
I should've only looked, and not leapt,
For away and over my rising moon she flew
On clipped wings of my dream
Now a song-filled air pocket of serenades
A love's wretch, my dream is a hornbill
Flightless and tottering.
My dream remains a dream still
Now my dream is a locked-up serenade
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