Wednesday, December 14, 2016

Pond, Central Park





Fluffy punk ducks

strutting across the new grass.
They don’t have time for sparrows,
shrugging at the geese,
who don’t mess with the mallards;
They have a reputation with the ladies,
will rip that bread right out of your boy’s hands-

And they don’t sit for no one.

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