Friday, March 26, 2010

routine pay

 In those days off to the place. what was it? Thread saith the one recalling figmenting of her fair. O thread and box along the ladder a t top and blonde Portuguese woman smiling at you. Mona calls at lunch do you want socialism in your pocket? No one hears the reply.


Was she blonde then? Well she smiled. And Franny waited to hope of their coming. The love ridge and the crowd of rows and the long ride on the bus back home. A shipper she was.




 Shipped to her contemporary love   ~