Through a glass streaked and spotted Dulled trees packed where plotted Form an empty piazza del tall grass and man Behind inspection stickers and colliding clear rainbows I appreciate the plan... I endeavor to meditate on Good Touch Father's hands under her back All content We let it rust at our peril... Hurrah, for the pavement glides up Presenting the jog with fanciest challenge The trees and the grass rise with me Path ripens the pace As I tire... Supervising three blond tykes Riding mad on blood red bikes I give them orange black and purple rings And watch them do some green-eyed things... I rumble onward, day complete Mother and son tremble But father knows better Buick on the grass Wind in the tree.Birth sign: Leo
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