Saturday, October 6, 2012

Joy Round My Brain

The little bullet is not so big deal. These days of medical and you mean well. The shot of conservative rebuke if you are liberal in the sense of name, stage of you didn’t stick fences in the river but then. Period is a question of where to stop. Every emotion is a green tangle, tell you I hand you hand. The time that it takes, the hand holding hand. I love the Beth that is the Beth in my life. I told the worlds, and they went on to mean.

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