![woman's shadow](shadow.jpg)
shadows
Slipping into the room from the dark
Checking under Lord Saga's chair
The silly string, the honey, the super glue
All seems to be there
A smile on her pretty face
as she greets each and every one,
Then slides into her Master chair,
until her Master comes
Playing with all her friends,
And many friends has she
Too many to count on fingers and toes
And among them, she counts me
Leathers own little shadows
A person quite unique, you see
And there is no other way
W/we would want her to be.
So don't you ever change, My friend
Don't even change a bit
Or many will stand in line
To swat you on what you sit.
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