Saturday, April 2

Candy Man


These pleasures stain the glass of a past
Past recognition; trespassing whims
of petty peevish things

We weep, wring hands crinkled with
Lost cares, the clandestine
Candy man who sprinkled

Sugar on our starlight,
Contoured every craving,
Murmured every raving,
Purred into our dark nights

Lasted through the pearling passes
Of all things sweet,
To see the candy man once more!/img/httpImage/image.jpg_gen/derivatives/article_750/htra155-vv209.jpg

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