The Folly of Following Flo

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It was a foul folly

in following Flo

Where she would flow

no one could know

Flo tried to blow

the blow was a kiss

imagine the folly

in following this

The flea on my knee

and the Flo that had flown

both became jolly

in rapturous koan

And yet when

I fought

or fret at what was

the more I was fraught

with the fright

just because

so now

I’m not freaking

because of what’s not

I’m following Flow

for all else is for naught

 

 

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