A storm, no poem, just a storm!
You wanna hear something?
Search me for clues.
This will be generally stated for the record i put no froof.
You all wanna hear something...a long line of smart boys.
I tied you in but you didnt seam to catch it, stamps on your eyes or something?
rolling on doilies? crocheting your way into spider webbed chaos..
Sew a straight stich for chirst sake, and i'll give you lies that can filter into harmony with your own.
You'll be a story for the postman(nameded number one)
A jahovahs wittness, seeing me through that tunnel, standing with a paper in hand for the first time?
is that on your to do list?
Baking cake and making it?
Are we moving sincerely?
hopsotch skated backwards
Is she skipping my "middle name" purposefully.
questions and yet ive got only half the truth so far...
like i said- half of what i plan to achieve- has fallen into my lap
I can play just as well as you, or maybe(ies) thats where
ive fallen.
happen to dipp my toe in and you pull me into a hugg and scoop me up from under.
think its a trick barried in that specific pot hole where you stand from below
counting syllables, taking attendance on (whos who) (whats what) (whens the time going to stop) and why does she take flight.
"Its" been blown up...the it jesses it.
He was just a little thug from clay street and he got it better than you.=]
I'll never sum you up or tie a bow on you-

-and thats one of the best compliments i can ever give