Hey, How’s It Goin?
I’m not sure. I mean, it could be, but who knows? When did that happen? It’s so confusing! How can it not be and be and therefore whenceforth waltz the whee? I wish I could see, but there’s this branch of a tree, and when I climb up, it precludes my ability to see from down below in the direction of the Western Wind. The angle is all wrong and there’s never a song, never a song for when the angle’s all wrong. Someone should fix that, I can’t fathom the how, someone should mix that, we all expect cow, but that would be boring, so boring indeed, the savvy will bring you a great big red steed, someone should mix that, let’s take a vow!, but that is requirements and we are all full let’s try another word one without pull, someone should mix that, the cow’s take a bow. There. Perfect. Just enough but not enough and right in the farest reaches of never in the middle.
Voila!
oh, wait, that’s magic tricks
I’m trying to disappear here.
What’s the word for that?
Vamoose!
Ah yes, the va’ing moose galavanting across the countryside like a waterfall in May.
toodles!
~ Michelle
p.s.
loves!
hugs!
ornate tea mugs!