Self Portrait of a Mostly Modest Poet I've got no lemon tree in my garden, only An orange tree bearing fruit too dulcet for My taste. Long for something cutting that Reflects life's bitter/sweet nature. Once I was stopped in the street and asked About my political opinion. The following Day my face appeared in the news where I spoke gibberish for 2,5 seconds and not 15 minutes. Strands of hair flying in air, Looked old too and the image I had carried Around of myself fragmented into dust of Middle age.Birth sign: Scorpio
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