Fonder A Care Kept Poem by Heidi Lynn Staples

I was barn. I was razed.

I was mot this flame with no's sum else blue's blame noir yearning down the

house.

No, it was I and I blank I bandit blather that louse that fiddle-dee-dee little lame

chimera that came as the name yes different.

I wracked my refrain, that blousy souse.

I was bard. I was crazed.

I was dog girl's shame.

So, I culled my maim. My maze read, you heave to rip rove your aim (she knock-knocks my nows and
raves my here a quickened tousle), spell your dreams with a big and, and play for the game.

I was har. I was phrase.

I was aroused by many's uttered same.