Hair In The Wind

Brown in the sun of the midday born Silken strands of crested corn
sparks light the sky brilliant welder’s flash jewel in disguise jouster’s winning prize.
Jack was nimble he was quick but he’s not taking that candlestick.
All the queen’s horses and all the queen’s men run their own courses then run them again.

– Frederick Kesner

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