Um...
It started well, tyo talk aboput that, its really a fnny story actuallyu. It started two mornings ago. There she was, wearing that littlwe pink wig that was lke a Ctavcher'sd mitt on her headf. If only I could lob a softball at that head/
No there she was in her pink little frizzy How she'd conme out and I thought to myself
Self- Why is that so cute Jesus, this can't gop anywhere CXhris
This is where it devolves inbto into inbto
into Something foyul Sometrhing odorous yet Gently persuasiver
If given the right light this shit canm shinme
can shine if viewed upon on a lonely night by a lonely light
Incoherency
This shit could shine
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