An affectation,
but it’s cute, and she is for
given many sins.
Being a silly girl
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An affectation,
but it’s cute, and she is for
given many sins.
An affectation,
but it’s cute, and she is for
given many sins.
Fat balls of yarn crowd
my home like clawless kittens,
needling me to start.
Making travel plans,
like getting dressed for a date,
is a leap of faith.
Inside the snowglobe
winter’s still life settles as
flakes swirl in the air.
Summer’s sizzle leaves
me cold. Instead, winter’s white
embrace warms my heart.
Some men hug, but G
envelopes, holds tight, then gives
back more than he takes.
She’d buy Free People,
match and mismatch carelessly,
revel in oddball.
J’s Pied Piper calls.
Mecca of offbeat fashion,
she shops in a daze.
They create out of
nothing whole scenes, entertain
from mere suggestions.
The Windy City
carries aloft a million
dreams on fierce updrafts.