urchn

turn it around, make me a 

winter king

look who's queen, now

sidewaysing each other

sideswaying, flutter your eyelashes now

hot puffer, flyabover

be a don't 

be a don't bother

be a don't, bother to

be a don't, bother to be

be a don't, bother to be there

I'm a sad

I'm a sad kid

I'm a sad kid don't

I'm a sad, kid don't try

urchin

 urgin

puuff 

 puufff 

  paassssssst

new urchin

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.