I LOVE MY UGLY FEET
They help me hit the floor in the early morning...
The-Fiery-Fierce-Fire
fires Fire firing Fiery-Fierce-Fire...
Twas the night before Christmas
And no stores were alive...
My psychedelic frog is lost
he must be found at any cost...
Losing
Ones...
I will
love her...
Many wake to snow today
On paths that once were dusty grey...
Hey, pops,
a mob of moms mock mom mopping malls...
wibble wobble-ling
through life is fun when you ride...
I’M OUT OF SHAPE!
I’m really out of shape as I reach for another...
Why is that the things I write
start with a simple thought...
Little bobby heard the bell and he knew it was...
He was very, very hungry and was ready to start...