Hail

Yoo-hoo! Heaven sinks through his teeth to the edge of the rotting gums. Happy trails to you! Come, let us raisin in pie. Lettuce raise in his try not to close your eye. Kumquat artificial radio controlled hand shifters call your number, silently. Run to the bottom. Hail. Huh.

Author: Gordon S. Bowman III

Writer, Visual Artist, Blogger, Advocate

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