one word: foreign: boogie that
tangle your groove, mistersplit them infinitives
like it’s rapture
simple is the best
pesto, she
asked twice & you
gave only once:
hardly the quota you
wuz after, now wuz it.
shimmer this way, boogie
that: biblical negotiations will
ever ensue: you needn’t
lose sleep over that one:
that one left her mark
long after the gold
rush.
Labels: sally vates
posted by murat11 at 8:40 AM
4 Comments:
This is a fun one. I liked splitting infinitives into raptures and making simples into pesto. Boogie on, bro!! I thought perhaps the picture was of Holi, but it seems more to be an Italian gig.
T: Things iz boppin' over here today. Easter prayer vigil and sleep deprivation: downright jitterbuggy in the head. I saw these folks as "iced," like cupcakes.
well I loved the poem and then I loved the comments - sometimes the little between frosting is as good as the top decor :)
Did she leave her mark after Neil Young or are we talkin Cali here :)
Dee: I'm not sure which ghost is narrating here, and who she be, but I liked writing this one, too.
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