Quadrille # 22 – scar

The Phrenologist

The charlatan claimed to
Be able to read the bumps
And dents on my scull
He massaged, prodded
Poked, stroked
Then told me I was kind,
stubborn
A little sensitive
What would he tell me
If he could read the scars
On my heart

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De has us scar(ffing) up words to fill a Quadrille over at d’Verse Poets Pub