When we dress up all fancy to go out
We usually scatter sequin about

It makes everything beautiful, festive and bright
Makes us appear to be shimmering in the light

When I go out on the town
I might not wear a big crown

You will find me with many spangles and such
I want everyone to think I’m to much!


About kwicksand

Sinking in the quicksand of my thoughts. ~David Bowie
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4 Responses to Spangled

  1. Cubby says:

    Yes, you are too much… too much fun to be around that is! đŸ˜€

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