one with exuberant smile

one with exuberant smile,
shield and a form of sword,

dure as baked tile, glazed,
brittle boned. worn smooth

not so by age as such born—
bred, yet still wet gilled

and scaled; embarked on marathon
crawl to marrow and a dawn.





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hello to all FoS poets
and followers,

this is a first
attempt for me over here--
i'm honored to be included
in such fine company.

i hope this little one
is appropriate.

noxy.
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