Mirrors

Mirrors:

I sit here
I send to you a butterfly
A mirror
A reflection of your grace




As Ever:

Think of your beauty today
And know I have missed out.

You have too, though;
I am handsome as ever.




Harbor Master:

I asked the harbor master,
Send her a boatload of freesias

I then changed my mind
No, send her two.
He said,
        Okay.



Stuck Fast:

Stomach rumbles and I do not go
Stuck fast to the Spot
By a 
Glue of Prose



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