Move, she said, flipping her broom at my feet.
Yes, said I, and complied. She is so sweet, and tidy, and neat.
Move, she said, flipping her broom at my feet.
Yes, said I, and complied. She is so sweet, and tidy, and neat.
I'm happy. I'm slappy. I'm probably a dick.
How about you? Ever look like this?
Between rains, between sip and drip, the water fails.
Leaving but a few blossoms as a token of regret.