there are 17 traffic lights between my apartment and my place of employment.
the pioneer press isn’t messing around with today’s front page.
i overslept and didn’t eat breakfast, so now my tummy is grumbly.
you get the ankles and i’ll get the wrists.
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You get the ankles
and I’ll get the wrists.
You get the ankles
and I’ll get the wrists.
Nerves are up and the eyes all screwy
Blood like a panful of boiling ratatouille…
This goes out to the people, not so much to the people in the audience, but to the people in my mind….