betaphilings

Whew!
I’m through.
Now I’m talking to you.
Your name is Ridaroo
And you’re a rhyming poet too.

“He could do anything
make anything, fix anything.
He had spatial intelligence
like Jill has,
and he looked a little like you.”

That girl moved out,
then moved back in,
now Grandma’s bringing furniture
Thursday, and Friday
we’re going to Jay’s graduation,
a big ole wang-bollom, ye-hi, way to go Jay day!

I so love my life.

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