time of cinematic run-ons.
two jars of two week and then some cans to boot!
winds of why batter the hatches and her shoe strings
one after the other the corners rise into the sky
Smile so high the light peeks out from behind!
raised voices urge a lesser course
and the foolish run with intention
koo koo walks in the door and shotguns ring out
not real guns, more like trumpets or horns
seeds can go deep and lay dormant for years
and then comes a third layer! how amusing the pace is out matched
....in mediocer
time out of drain. and around they go.
Go out from here and on up the hill...
take only what you can bring with you
snap shots flow from simple 1 2 3...
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