Tuesday, June 21, 2016

My Heathen Holiday

Part One. The Bear's Paw His grip was strong. I didn't know how his cave could be so warm and inviting. The lavender would not say. Another gripe: time with a capital T. Isn't this the case? My own cage was rattling. I could hardly remember it clearly. Point it out I thought. Make it stay. Remember when. Part Two. The Strawberry Moon It got divided up. After the dogs ran loose. It came to be. Nobody could see it. It got that far. Put it away now that you've used it been it said it. Learn its lumbering talk.

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