They bred dogs first so why not now you?
Depicted all around
fancy framed and hanged crooked just me,
Boys Blue, hounds a ready; pure breeds.
You & your IQ.
No I say,
she nailed down song,
my words of Muse
against all such rendered
where soon to Spring
joins such jaborwocky frequency a generational Love,
that ribbon of sand
may just go glass forever.
Maybe even slipper.
--- for those who can't wait for Ocracoke 041616, aka touchdown ♡