Thursday, June 8, 2017


Less than a gleam in her eye. That's alright. I'm that dog that has caught too many cars as it is. I'll pour my own drinks and I'll pretend to listen to every word that I mumble. I'd use big words if I knew any. I know it's time to go home but I am home.

It's all songs but I'm wanting to live Zippity Too Dah or Wooly Bully at the least.

Oh, I don't feel sorry for me. It's just the rain, the gloomy weather. That Gene Kelly number was fiction. 

I love the lightning but I'm scared of the thunder.

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