Old Pages and Hats

in june,the lady bugs dance and hugs mean so much more the ladies dance,score,the floor melts from shoe work quircky crabby men in some bin of county work,folklore poke. dropey answers,these thoughts be cancer,whats the matter still?i am an envious poet of the nothing news,and i got rhymes,table of content skills and west wind pills.oh,bell,aireborn virus,why oh why us,make em understand,a poems in hand.theres nothing to do till money comes through.