meterjig

now when the fall it came to me i was so happy then to see how all the texts you sent had really made a difference

the birds sang slowly in the breeze

i had no words but these to sing indifrently

about the way you came to me histrionically and how it all was made to be and in the distance...

i could see your mothers three and how could that be with me that all the leaves upon the tree

fell off

?

and so laconic finally i made a big surprise and wrapped up all your well wish three and sent them off....

it's hard not to behave like all your poetry, the grave and sisters three four five and Dave have not fell off

the family clock

with its tick and its tock

fell off and must be subservient unto the cock and some time off

mm two mmm three.. mmmmmmmmmmm