At once the sunshower well on its way east, the wet greens of ensuant summer thought: y'am.
Barefoot K.D.Lang soulfully sang Hallelujah...
Badgerland blessed by soft breeze, Gulf of Mexico perfect winds danced the serene drops upon elicit final
astonished magnolia, a warm wash of peace.
The yearling nuzzled alert with monifique tranquility.
She saw me and kept her eye on hunger.
ICAN the acronym spoke the watch, wait, mine own deep breath sought its own words: the hands of fate: curious yet, who would relate.
How far then, that sea of love,
0 hill of hope.
So what's the Irish bar of soap doin' in my pocket.
I bought her something, LO;}
a locket...YAY...that's IT a peace sign:
full gold circle three silver lines arranged soldered just /!\
so as ICAN*