Dear loving to love you, ) it(s..noon once a day.
Loving the tires of my truck I'm stuck in you
as the dog baths at the end of a hose........
do you not know it is clean..bumping rocks..
and streams where we play.....skinny is the
dip of wine...cheesy smiles..wash clean to..
Fame if not misfortune have i not blessed you
with a child that whales away...on your chest..
instead of i....can we not sell it for..more cheap
thrills...plump plums i peel...of you...always ripe
always in season....always for sale...i bid the
highest at market in memory of you..and your
Tia's...that you told in putting me to sleep..in
the womb..of the unknown farmer..dwelling..
in the vale..of misty trees....Lovingly...) it(s..
......dreaming..our next...field to plow..
........planting...) it(s..peas..in..your...pod
............harvesting moons...) it(s..noon
bye love..) it(s..yours
) it(
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