She writes from her own, and that's the best part. For the lovely and talented, charming ex-nun. Left me feeling empty amidst gridlock traffic woes. In the North meadow at the zoo Guitar, batons, a haircut, too. She had them cut for me and you.
Roses are red.
Violets are blue Christine is having a birthday. She makes us laugh. She makes us cry. And sometimes she just makes us sigh. Enough of this rhyme.