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Needles and bones,

S J Ashworth
Dec 24, 2022

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Needles and bones;

Slinking down the stairs.

Needles and bones,

Needles and bones;

To catch me unawares.

Needles and bones,

Needles and bones;

Keen to wrestle bears.

Needles and bones,

Needles and bones;

Always knows just where’s…

The softest, warmest spaces

Where she makes her bases,

Waiting in her secret places,

Watching out for me.

Needles and bones,

Needles and bones;

Watching from her lairs,

Needles and bones,

Needles and bones;

Shooting laser glares,

Needles and bones,

Needles and bones;

Yet I know that she cares,

Her eyes are just for me.

Golden-Green her gaze is.

Singing out my praises.

Her new and ancient face is

Beautiful to me.

Needles and bones,

Needles and bones.

Loucheness when she lazes,

I’m just here to sing her praises,

Each one of her ways is

Beautiful to me.

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S J Ashworth
S J Ashworth

Written by S J Ashworth

Dilettante, lush, libertine. Hanger on & hanger around. Will write for food, booze, cash or faint praise. Cynical optimist. Follow me for more fun and frolics!

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