Love on street that’s my veins drive me mad Sunday dater, blowing the horn in front seat with road map laid out mentally, going to eat from your menu, doing anything desired by my headlights, dreaming for energy to get ahead. Sign in to see full entry.
Never, going where fate is bluer than the new translucent gear 🐦 Ode to the Unrecorded Robins fly and walk on the green where white Dutch clover smokes a ring on the bluest blue Kentucky bluegrass you’ve ever seen not for any Disney but to feast on earthworms in spring. Radios, TVs, and phones in a... Sign in to see full entry.
The hills are alive with the splash of blossoms, snowy white flowering pears, a cherry pink cloud mast, a blue and white pond of grape hyacinths, and rings of yellow daffodils around chartreuse trees. A 😎 Billy Sign in to see full entry.
❁ leaving butterfly weed ❁ https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Asclepias_tuberosa Ah the beautiful butterfly of summer’s quite the Ugly Duckling of Hans Christian Anderson if the gentleman had made a reality show; oh, really the gardener’s companion on a snapdragon so resting and gathering pollen while... Sign in to see full entry.
She rows the boat out of the Canal de la. On the far east Jan, wearing his scuba gear spots small huts in the resort of Villa Guama. “Do the villagers out there still dress in their native tribal garbs?” The TU ESDA Y A ftern 👀 nPos t A) The Evening News 🎩 A BILL G 👀 D L 👀 K AT HARRY POTTER ON... Sign in to see full entry.
wondering if such afterthoughts were the way love goes Shapes Alone Silhouettes in the streetlights of your eyes shaped and formed from your soul exposed to the shadow of her face before your goodbyes, swiping your smile that fell in love and froze over the years without speaking again to romance... Sign in to see full entry.
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Fish sweet’s the smell I sense believe it or not spring airs of it a matter of faith and trust in season to think we wait so long to sit mental methyl, needing fennel a Grinch or Lorax, hating or love April a paradox, reading poems; where’s henna? O perhaps another scent a girl Now cherry’s not... Sign in to see full entry.
The Row Diner’s an authentic West Village diner for three generations. The storefront office of his one man investigation agency’s around the corner. His cellphone on the counter rings. He picks up it. His ad in the Yellow Pages gives both the phone number and address. The TU ESDA Y A ftern oo nPos... Sign in to see full entry.
If water gives and maintains life; Petals without puddles push in buds people prepare months to become stiff looking more than for sunrise. They feel so sad in rain that brings the rose, hearing weather is eve of judgement not May when thunder’s soothing rocking tone of prose from wintersong, spring... Sign in to see full entry.