Cash for Cows
October 10, 2016
they told me,
the Springwinter of the year,
you to go somewhere,
go and seek,
boxlove and cratepeace,
with your favorite fish puddinglife,
with pure Frenchamerican dialect.
when you go away,
LAamerica is left high and dry, my dear friend,
when i was left alone with my life,
i cannot see your hissmiling eyesface.
the listlovely moon hangin in the swimdusky night sky.
could you wait til birthdaynew year's day?
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