I wrote frantically afrenzied,
for the next ten minutes,
my thoughts coming a million times faster than my fingers could type,
or my lemons could burn.
A few of them make nonsense, but who cares,
if I receive the food, & down it goes
here into the page for
you & the roses.
The one about the lemons was supposed to be really different, she mused, but I screwed up.
for the next ten minutes,
my thoughts coming a million times faster than my fingers could type,
or my lemons could burn.
A few of them make nonsense, but who cares,
if I receive the food, & down it goes
here into the page for
you & the roses.
The one about the lemons was supposed to be really different, she mused, but I screwed up.
Rain slashed the Mountain View & the yodelers felt frantically forced to find shelter among the EmptySpaces
"Her mind joplted at the impact with the star northernmost,
after a Night spent dreaming in your fur, " she said.
"I know perfectly your meaning, when you say this man/woman named Shortsmag honors you b following you.
I wonder if she's trying to "tweet,"
says one to one.
Four Hundred Forty Eight is such a numeral beautiful.
I love her "Round;" her face, her sonorous, boldly intoned Voice
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