Ribbons

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Ribbons

Floating so free

All I can be.

Turning and twisting

Always be fleeing.

Threads so colourful

Amazing so bountiful.

I am the finish

The beautiful flourish.

Tied around happiness,

Flowers, girls hair, such cuteness.

Turned into bows to make me

Oh, such a pretty, isn't she?

Spiraling and falling

Long, perfect for trimming.

A quest unvanquished shall

Be avenged in White Waters.

Mynie

xxx

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