The Fool
Farm your narrative shed
A common scent of lavender
Fills the air
Bold cut hairs,
calling me out
making me dance
Form your narrative shed
A common scent of lavender
Fills the air
A faded steak in a hand
Banjo fool
Strangers in a lunch line
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