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Copyright © 2007
Christopher M. Bode
An ink and feltip illustration.
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The Cartwheel Elf Poem
Once upon a mid-night true,
the fire flies came to dance in flight.
They spun in circles of twinkling light.
As they spun around and around,
a portal of stars opened to my right.
A vortex spun counter-clock.
Then to my surprise what did my eyes behold.
Out of the portal spinning from my right to left.
A four armed elf came out of the night.
She did cartwheels as she moved about.
The vortex followed suit as well.
Her cloths and the portal were made of the oddest of things.
Every where looked like coiled springs.
Stranger still the springs were made of a wicker straw.
It seemed like as if a cornucopia made of Chinese finger cuffs.
Finger cuffs from some strange place beyond.
From this came the cartwheel elf.
As she went round and round,
she made merry like a clown.
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I fliped the colors for this holloween.