I am simply a repetition
A crow, echo, or twin
My nose is a copy and not my own
Yet i’m myself, this self is all me

I share a blue pond which we both swim together
I'm a good shot without any fear
A robins spotted feathers cover my arms
It's not unusual to refer to a bird (I am the blackbird)

Books on books words on words
I’ll write lyrics across my wall
Drawn magic across my hands and legs
Magic not left upon my face

A hand lonely needs someone in which it could harm
Like skin, wood, rubber, or nose
I am feminine though I grow out my hairs
Gorgeous (even when plain)

To have a castle, and shamrocks
Pick one out as lucky as I
Four like my arms and also my legs
As Well as being overbeared
~
Lee of 2022