I Could Write About the Smile Shared With Dog

Know that this purr-ing cat will probably eat my face how many wings are stored how many insect spindles how many bugged ladies too little buttered flies not a bad word for the cloud drizzle doesn't frazzle A bed without an azzled cursed by my humanity if only i could get out of me but then youse would still be here c'mon the rip the tear did he meen mean was the tear a tare Humanity's the scar reality will never share