Thursday, November 12, 2015

Flower Thief

Flower thief, sitting there looking meek, parted lips about to speak. What words does she think, she’s thinking these flowers, I’m about to keep. Florist is calling her a damn thief. She’s against a window, drama’s building like these lyrics up against a crescendo.

Flowered window - At least she has a grin-tho. She must be in good spirits, trying to look innocent and not trying to hear it. Eye-in’ the dandelions, it’s all a front, she’s really wanting a randy tyin’... 


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