While having a cigarette 8/3/99 Beauty to be reckoned with Love is dead. A blue jay sits in the dead tree. Half a cigarette later, She cries for help. Lavender, roses bloom Eat her out, shut her up. To die would bother me, Without a plan I wait, I’ll have another cigarette.
Reason for writing:
exactally what is says...while haveing a cigarette..in my garden.
Birth sign: Cancer
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