Please drape the bar, hors d'oeuvre, and picture tables. The 6' tables in the center of the Emerson Lounge will already be draped. April left cruel tentacles inside my skin now shedding the unripened seeds of summer. I would read that gaze so long but too often I am wrong. One day soon mud on our boots we will turn to look at winter and wonder what it was.
Silent night sounds rattleGlioma drives itself through town, unwanted.