Monday, July 11, 2016

Monday morning musings

Green grass grows in gardens and it's gay

Squirrels scurry and seek shenanigans

Familiar faces feel fine

Wacky walking and waddling whooping whichever way

Pink peaches, perfumey, placed in public for the populous to polish off

Sights and sounds serenading my senses 

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