where does special go to
moon? when does I care come out
not about you?
and who’d give the queen of hearts
a spade—then ask
(pretty please)
if she’ll dig her own grave?
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Category: jane
231/365
Posted in frank, hello, moon, jane, and jim
If The Moon Wrote An Ode To
TBWLITH,DB,ABALTTG
it would not be mischievous. mysterious.
or stormy.
it would not be obtrusive. indecent.
alarming.
it would take great pains
to be couth and
upstanding. true to the letter
of law (and what have you)
it would not dismantle
any manner of manners. or meet
in dark alleys.
or break bread with scammers.
it would never cross lines,
however beguiling.
rather, make its acquaintance
in plaid.
smiling:
TBWLITH,DB,ABALTTG
(Jane says that’s too long for an acronym)
(Frank?)
(he’s a dog)
(it won’t bother him)
(Jim‘s swimming)
208/365
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