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Pasties or Pastries?
I think I misread you.
If I knew it was going to be that kind of a party…
punch and kick
punch and cake.
Ear to ear grins.
Snake oil being recycled into an alternative fuel source.
A cocktail umbrella laughs at me from just beyond this keyboard.
Hit me with music.
Slaughtered grammar rising like a phoenix.
Waves wash over me,
cleaning the imperfections
but leaving me gasping for air.
Not really, but it sounded good.
I miss the anticipation when
an orchestra is tuning.
If leaf blowers blew hot air
you could use them to
blow dry a giants hair.