Wednesday, December 16, 2009


Bread in a toaster,

you dumped me in a

grove of blueberry bushes,

that summer we jumped in

all the fountains just for fun.

We titled the album

“Business Casual Snow Angels”.

I will never drink the love potion,

no matter how good it tastes.

Why would anyone

want Extra


An ankle is not unlike a

consequence. (Sit! Stay.)

Double your pleasure,

double your fun.

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