Dear June,
Your snapdragons are killing me! I say,
we are quite a perfect pair. Are you not
on fire?
I live the life of Riley. What a loser, I tell you,
with my chicken noodle and my apple enzyme.
This is heady but I’m tacit. And you’ve got glam
despite the divots. Have another Strawberry C?
[I sweat through my issues envisioning a MASTER.]
And each with our own wonderful qualities. Make me
turn on a dime from ‘all is glorious’ just to maintain our
dark side.
This is a liquid photograph. Here, have a sip like a
chorus of frogs (bag clips).
Change our astor into a name like Numb. Work
collaboratively until it will end (possibly).
A mum is a chrysanthemum is what the lady told me.
Luv & gladiolas,
SleepsWithOak (is not my screenname)
