Saviodsilva


Sandy Reynolds
Poem

Little Foxes

Bitter spats and petty tiffs
and little foxes spoil the vine.
Hugging one day, hassling next,
bittersweet like muscadine.

I'll disputes and altercates
and little foxes spoil the vine.
What's the reason of wherefore
or bantam fuss or useless whine?


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