he last thing, i saw
the plane fly over. busy day.
they only fly when fine,
we had some words on that
and laughed.
i pointed out the
unusual insect on his shirt,
smiled about those midges
stuck in skin so soft, which worked.
the horse watched, swayed
went down to roll.
i sewed the buttons back on.
sbm.
Jun 18, 2013
Jun 18, 2013 at 1:08 AM UTC
he last thing, i saw
the plane fly over. busy day.
they only fly when fine,
we had some words on that
and laughed.
i pointed out the
unusual insect on his shirt,
smiled about those midges
stuck in skin so soft, which worked.
the horse watched, swayed
went down to roll.
i sewed the buttons back on.
sbm.
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