the June Allyson Show,
a drama in screen play
Marching our wonder into drafting woods
a star wired gift from guilt-free writer
stormy mood swing in our eyes
yet not to be told about a different soul
of how our life shifts if there is any plot sad
when we walk pass the sandspring Quirkstop
we try to agree that
there is always a language of buffing in yellow jack bees
