Fifth ninety plus day

Still July’s seven days hence, In my sixty-four years I have oozed, Enough equivalent to seven Val’s, Pussed enough to never puss again, Sweated the great lakes, Wish I had loved enough for twenty Val’s, After I finally go after kitty crunches and Celery I’m going to return to sitting, This afternoon I feel likeContinue reading “Fifth ninety plus day”

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