some days my head feels
like a loose baby molar.

don't rock, don't, but
rock it with your tongue.

IF it feels good, take it on!
THE joy of life is waiting
BRAKEMAN, come creative, please. With
TURNS of consolation.

MY heart will find its bedrock
WAY down, where we forget.

BY the way, she's beautiful, and
BRIGHT, with smiling

EYES.