itchy.
no name, no shamerose color glasses slide down her huge nose.
don't worry how the grass grows,
don't worry how the wind blows.
just smile today is a new day.
a fresh start. as fresh a newborn
baby or some lettuce.
the farmer's market is on till
December. my mother is
at the dead disco and my friend
went missing about a week ago.
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