
Tommy Thomas Thompson Breaker going to being an A lister so and so- the fund, the paperwork (digital signature) typed in similarity, my lacksidaisical temptations of taking up some seats for sitting at behemoth buffalo (BUGGED BUGLER!) BARNS, seeking such strength of very far, danced away the hey-day like MAYDAY coming so much closer—whilst reeking of Scotch (Tape) on a blues-day arriving decimal Beseeching and eating Elmer’s (Glue) that’s spread widely upon one’s stretched out widely slimy and dreary drying out—but what about the transcendental stance—of some such Tomfoolery, the cooler it be the closer I have to duck and lean on Samantha’s right shoulder—some such and whilst my answer being “What The LUCK!” Penguins shrieking “Cluck and Cluck” we have seen what fragment of all the things to lament—new car with a dent—paid purchases of a Gucci bag with a leak—tanking Taking Back Sunday soundings a growl, a granny—HI GRAMMY!—fickle sunshine with blankets on the drying rack, so dried and I let out a relaxed and confident WHAT?
Was it a Sign or was it a hum-bug kind of SIGH?—while I entrance thee with all of my fanciness, a frugal mess!
Say it brightly as the sun shines!
WAS IT A SMILE ???
VOTE YES FOR USA #1 !!!!! 😃
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