the ugliest flower ..... the downtrodden tulip mixed with the colors of mustards and cheese.... umbrellered by a hair ball of immense proportion which escaped the animalimania of time , home... where the heart is, and the hair ball... rolling though the stumbling nite on the way to just inches away, one can be in peril hair balls are invasive... the churn your toes ... giblets of molecular smell, feted from the passing uric friction..... its time foe a spring cleaning but spring wont come by it still is a distant neighbor held by a woeful cold breeze only next door south of here where monday snow will fly yet again... as we coast within the close by, easing towards the far away , not without impatient desire.. good morning
Posted on: Sat, 15 Mar 2014 14:14:09 +0000
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