Sitting on a float on the stoop
drinkin some saku
and now the sky is back and I swear
a fly just spit on me
That yellow smell of plastic and
I know I'm not at the beach and
the 500 people might think I'm a freak
but that's okay cause the two oak
trees that love each other will cover
me with drips and
I will always shiver in the cardigan from
a lost and found
The inflatable
whistles and luckily I know how to
say the last
e of mooste.

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During the remaining 2 weeks and 3 days of my precious time at MoKs
I will be wandering around on the blog now and then.
yours truly,
Sandra Sitron