Let’s blow it all to hell just as things start to get sensible.
Today’s flower, the bugleweed, perks up like a belltower
whenever the animals speak; a purple embellishment.
I’ve written a trillion miles in ketchup. I wrote one inside out. Huh?
It was the sweetest at the turning station
though I thought he was a bit of a bigmouth.
Hey, I love you too much don’t get run over by a car!
