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Words On The Refrigerator Door

Suga Booga Marshmallow milkshake pink clouds two dirty fingers and a saucy meatball, its chill she says, thats the title, giggles to herself and Juniper Rose smiles somewhere as she raps Me and Mr. Horner standing on the corner An old roommate Carla, told me she liked the sound of the keys because it sounded productive.      she eats a cookie and says she did it, is proud, says its good and makes some tea laughs along to the ring, chocolate chip cookies left at our door, how lucky are we, these cherokee blankets, small pox, Covid 9, staring at the sun,     we live in a world where its dangerous to hug someone you love
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