the maladroit fool
spinning yarn
into nooses
incapable
of weaving a heart
from silk
the threads of whimsy
seem coarse
to the uninitiated
sorrow
tinges every thing
with tar
poor maladroit fool
with his gnarled fingers
like hooks
incapable of finding
the correct pattern
to her heart
Mike's Manic Word Depot 
This is amazing
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thank you. had the word maladroit stuck in my head. the rest sort of fell into place around it.
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And ironically, a masterful falling into place 🙂
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i do appreciate these kind words. thank you again.
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You are very welcome
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This is rich in textures, lovely done!
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thank you.
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