Silly strings cover things in chaotic ways
Valley voles are very cold in the winter days
Budding boughs caked in crows high above my head
Lilting lies and pudding pies sending me to bed
Once more I dream sputtering steam of days that ne'er were
And up in a home I'd never grown like the one my heart longs for
God bless,
>P<
Joshua Fahey
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