Monstrous mosquitoes attacked my legs
And my shins and haney-haney high crews
Have been covering up the black leopard spots.
Otherwise my long-term self-care skin-scrub-masque..
Was fucking delightful.
I’m claensed.
May the lawns be boisterous bermuda green,
The hoses flow while bees dance and daffodils stand
To reach the sun
Like string beans
On jute twine trellises.
Dinner is fresh, even it’s hot from the drive thru;
I prefer delivery. (I don’t have to get ready and waste some clean clothes, that way.. :))
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