Wednesday, July 28

apples without feet...

...never fall far from the papa-tree.
no, for real,
we've got 'em started early-
what, what?!
these two bad apples got all dressed up in my clothes.
on their own, y'know,
to be funny, i guess.
what better way to get up and at 'em in the morning?
whilst holmes and the cucch were making pannie-cakes,
these two were steady rocking the hard-styles and fresh garments.
i never noticed how i dress like an old man,
until i saw the same clothes on two young girls.
ouch.
***********
rocks.
and rocks.
and rocks and rocks.
aaaand....
...rocks.
hamden,my ninjas, in the house,
and outside too.
picking out rocks,
munchin' up snacks,
reading books,
cooking up some treats,
and generally repping the hard hottness.
so many good things.
a whole day's worth of fun,
and worthy peoples,
and Folk Life.
it's happening so hard,
i'm halfway missing out just typing this;
never quiet, never soft.....

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