my own puppy orations. puppy font. and all the neighborhood abark. I notice, in a month or more, haven't yet written words to read. As if the 25th year hasn't mattered. Now, like an older kind of woman, just every year is another every year. As if nothing celebratory. As if nothing to matter kinder!
Oh, but her little hair and locked crimped underchin. A likeable little urchin.
Oh, but her little hair and locked crimped underchin. A likeable little urchin.
