in my own décor

I’ll put them all together – gussied up

like the ruffled panties of the eighteenth

century, waves of forbidden delight

I’ll build my own hut made of turf and moss

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in its own décor, on the mantelpiece

all these comfortable bits are aligned:

pine cones, candles, reed sticks, golden honey

sweet caramel and creamy vanilla

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to bring the most enjoyable pleasure

the aroma of hot apple crumble

fills the air with homey ambience as in

the most welcomin’ inn – heart of the hearth

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you said that only happy birds fly high

I wonder if that’s still true till today

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October 2022

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