My clothes are covered
with sparkly magical dandruff.
It looks like there was a fairy
sleeping in my bed.
Every time I scratch my head
there's a shimmering snowfall
that carpets the world
in dynamic blues and greens.
Someone told me that I look fabulous.
They're absolutely right.
It may be an inconvenience,
but this glitter isn't all bad.
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good poem! just out of curiosity - where did all the glitter come from?
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Thanks! It came from a Spring Celebration/May Fair thingy. Some pagans gave me purple glitter, which followed me around for quite some time.
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well heck if ya have to have dandruff then why not have it colorfull or magical lol. interesting read here
huggles
Lena
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