Convict me of dandelions and large puddles of ketchup, the June - TopicsExpress



          

Convict me of dandelions and large puddles of ketchup, the June scent of Scioto rain. At breakfast I get drunk on Bach, with a chaser of Copland and Joplin, hotdogs from a cart, by noon. Find me guilty of eating at the kitchen sink, ordering drive-thru McDonalds fries― you shotgun, me in a Stetson. I pretend to hate mosquitoes on the Fourth of July― come at me with sparklers, buckeyes, those little American flags stapled to sticks. I want to pursue our life, liberty, and happiness, but theres something you should know― I love A. Lincoln, shamelessly.
Posted on: Sun, 09 Nov 2014 18:13:29 +0000

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