Sunday, March 31, 2013

Uncrustables Are The Best Sandwiches.

On the stoop scraped scoops
swooning scalpels shaved Steve.
Souring sea urchins salvaged an
agreeable claim.

Soiled Madrid sloped sowing
silly slaves as invalids in
the Everglades shining.

Sweeping succulent screws,
Sean saw stacks of socks
sleep till noon,
and it was not fun.

I had a bad day today.
And today was Easter.
It ended in a roller coaster
and I can't climb down.

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