A scarf, my scarf, Smalls’s scarf, his scarf Filled with tears Filled with dread A simple thing that goes over my head A sign of death A sign of despair But wait, what just went up in the air An arrow A message A simple note that read He is back He is come He shall come to rescue us all Now a scarf Filled with hope Filled with agility that only comes from a king A scarf, my scarf, Small’s scarf, his scarf A new hope Just from a scarf Just a poem about Picket’s scarf that was Smalls. Hope you guys liked it. Not to much of a poet. Sorry I haven’t posted much. My sister has back problems that we just now noticed and her surgery is this Thursday. Hoped you liked it and Bear the Flame.
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Thanks! She’s out and was able to get discharged from the hospital. They took of some of The lipoma and patched the disc. Still is weak but can walk. Recovery will be long on the inside.