Tomorrow it’ll be
eighty. Mother Nature is
having hot flashes.
Unseasonable
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Tomorrow it’ll be
eighty. Mother Nature is
having hot flashes.
Tomorrow it’ll be
eighty. Mother Nature is
having hot flashes.
I’m writing during
the day. Quiet house, others
gone. The muse comes out.
Strawberry syrup,
molasses, rice flour mixed up
make tasty stage blood.