Debora Elizabeth Hill


For Arthur Wayne Reed...

The rainbow fell on me today...

Dropped round me like glass popsicles

lay twinkling at my feet; I think it's my price 
For letting my dreams get the better of me.

You see, I had accumulated so many
They died of overpopulation
But now they've broken --I haven't any 
And I can't pick up the pieces yet again.

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