Friday, July 24, 2009

The Gran'folks

walk in, with clocks all ticking,
chirping, chooing, hopping, clicking,
to a fam'ly great for picking,
    despite the creaking of the floor.

walk in, thinking you're uninvited,
and yet find smiles all a lighted,
a place to rest all despite it:
    gilded by spikes, chains, fur, and more.

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