Friday, November 13, 2015

7443. SCRUNCH THE ARRIVAL

SCRUNCH THE ARRIVAL
And don't. I love you. Jestingly.
Adorable incarnations of the living
manor  -  the Jesus in the swing-set
tea-room. And his jester too, where 
the angels hung out. They were all in this
blue cup together. Make me finer than
Car-o-liner. That's what body shops use
to straighten frames. I saw one in
Rahway today, as the train
was going overhead.

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