They bred dogs first so why not now you?
Crazy mutt.
Depicted all around
fancy framed and hanged crooked just me,
this week-inned,
B&B...
Boys Blue, hounds a ready; pure breeds.
You.
Oh, you.
You & your IQ.
No I say,
she nailed down song,
my words of Muse
to charm
against all such rendered
harm
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 ♡
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