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ON RECESS!

BE BACK SOON!

 

All Late Winter Is Velvet

I’ve been to war
It wasn’t fun 
Very sad.
I bought a rose once
For a boy 
My wife.
He got a rose
When all he wanted 
was velvet.
Who am I to say
When he will come back
If he will come back at all?
Winter is the wolves running to the woods.
They’re a lot like wives that way. Listen
To them eat fried chicken and mashed
potatoes, split a green apple, then
God gallops in with the cavalry.
Ma’m, move along – Sir, 
you too. Mister Lord
Almighty kiss 
Paradise
Hello.