A simple wish.
I picked up a stick on the beach the other day.
--a magic wand.
With one wish in the air,
I transported back to that moment at eight,
When in a second of untrained curiosity,
I pondered what it would be like to wish
Another wand across my bother’s bare back,
As he passed down the sidewalk on a skateboard.
Mom trained me.
20-30 times across my back and buttocks.
--a magic wand.
With one wish in the air,
I transported back to that moment at eight,
When in a second of untrained curiosity,
I pondered what it would be like to wish
Another wand across my bother’s bare back,
As he passed down the sidewalk on a skateboard.
Mom trained me.
20-30 times across my back and buttocks.
posted by Stan at 4:36 PM
1 Comments:
What the hell does Big Elk refer to anyway? Noble? Hung? Loner? Insurance Salesman?
In a dark mood? Try vanilla ice cream out of the box, not the soft stuff. Works for me. Or, you could resort to poetry, but that just means you ain't too happy or you aint too busy. I say stick to ice cream.
You have a way with words. Keep at it.
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