A1 Great! Part lies, part heart, part truth, part garbage.

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Blue skies. Green trees. If I look real close, I can see the backyard garden breathing.

Throwing Hip shapes:

I like the tone of your trumpet
Come let’s spill some paint
Let’s raise a glass of milk to the end of another day

And to the kiss that’s still intangible
The kids are alright, just unmanageable -
they won’t do a damn thing that you say.

If this isn’t nice, I don’t know what is.

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