He who transplanted sustainsA Poem by Laura Lynn
Constitution and nutmeg, provisions, and steady habits.
a hunting escapade, I could arrange for a man to go hunting?, there is not enough time calling all men, who is there to marry me, can I call on anyone, can I help the next generation, can the new mothers help me, I will study my little German book, I will study a little Russian, how can we explore the world for Connecticut? Did you like connect four, Connecticut, that's all we had. I can't help you. I struggle to find out what a 35-yr-old woman can. My life seems almost over, why wasn't I young and beautiful? I still will rewind the time backwards and make myself more beautiful. Then I will buy cosmetics! Complexes, full of complexes, will I regret having a child? Never. I thought that was the point of life. of certain ages there was something appropriate, what decisions can I make? Should we eat canned goods? my, oh my. Connecticut, what are you? a lot of people there... people who love nutmeg and the Constitution, please preserve our state a little by jam, love is quick and daily. east is here but far away from a state to the west next to a state to the west of it. stationary time, I spend too much money anywhere, maybe it was at the post office, stillness, I see the still water, no waves, so calm, so calm, a little nutmeg for what? eggnog? It doesn't matter, could be pumpkin pie. there is a church that I can go to, if I have the time, but of course there is grammar in the spite of great continents... © 2014 Laura Lynn |
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