I'll cross to Gorrett's
for a late and tigery
piss: al fresco fit for a collar
but I'll be shaking them all tonight.
Your wide sound, yellow
June Bug resturante,
gold bug I talked to all night:
little bug, this advancement
in the limited society is
anttastic. You'll sidewalk
across my etymologi-call.
subversi-call,
conju-call
big predatory cat:
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Dear Shafer, I love you very much and wish I could hear you reading this poem, because I'm not sure I'm emphasizing the right words in my head. Much love, Gracie
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