Filled With Straw
A Poem
There are plenty of days
that I wonder if
I am just filled with straw
A veritable beanbag
flopping through life
without a beating heart
A scarecrow in the wind
even when it’s not windy
and I am not scared
There are plenty of days
that I wonder if
I am just filled with straw
A veritable beanbag
flopping through life
without a beating heart
A scarecrow in the wind
even when it’s not windy
and I am not scared
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Stories of Dennett (Wildflower) & Ben (Weed) & Our Guests
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