Non-Erotic PoetryTik-TokHe'd run down, once more,
and I had no idea
where they'd have put the
key this time, so I left
him standing in the foyer
for a couple of days; then
slid him onto a dolly, thinking
some sunshine might be
nice. (Not too much, although,
weathered copper looks nicer
than silver.) I was going to
try to wind him without keys,
(though it's probably impossible)
but the Glass Cat says we
must be off, right away,
Button Bright is lost again.
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