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Sometimes the greatest joys begin before the first raindrop falls—folded paper boats, hopeful skies, and childhood waiting for nature to kee...

Wednesday, May 13, 2015

Not beyond the bills

Our
"I love us"
Was not okayed.
The chiromancers
Mumbled unintelligibly.
Undettered,
I proffered to draw a new line
But,
Cut too deep.
They shifted me yesterday,
To general ward.
You see,
It costs less
And
I have not been missed.
Yet.

2 comments:

Since every thought is a seed, I am looking forward to a delicious harvest.