Frogs

Your head:
21 year old: currents
[?]88+
228 + to work.
1092
Act. As. If. It. Bid dead
Addapry
Africa. 1
after Show.
Ask For mission to date my ex.
Beth Zooming in from
BIBDo. step ten
Bird is working in the hand – to
Boiler Ballot
Buddhist work back step
Burrito – must be eaten in
Bursey. cancerous.
CITB one is about quitting
City of Richland.
Daddies are lit the same
Do not let other people’s insanity affect your mental health
Don’t the Rick
drinking.
EB white For
Eighth step
Fifleen Mother: in Law.
FROGS – Fully Relying on God
Frustrated by the
giddy A.M. 26cm
Give a different Perspective E
if ending is not fun. I would
Juno to a different Vallance
Just got back from Antarctica
Kate mandu schedule
Keep it prayer list-
Kruger is just a destination
Last C Name cancel test. Is
Last white
Michael. On Another
Mom Gs Mother: in law.
Most As founding musicians.
name – Spell same write
Name to save Advice.
NAMM
National Association & Musicians.

of salt
rena Principle- they will
Robert saved the day
Roller Baby
Saves the Day
Scott Got the Job.
Scott House – Kevin’s inception
Shryken White
-Step
Steve, Nick: With:
Susan: driving shore
take you with a grain
tried to change my with
Tumor. Spiny! cut out.
UniBit if ages the sun
who saved the day
worth two in the bush. R
Wrestled it. curious George
Wrestler – Darrell, NeckJoint

“Window Ledge in the Atom Age”

I have a bowl of paper whites,
Of paper-white narcissus;
Their fragrance my whole soul delights,
They smell delissus.
(They grow in pebbles in the sun
And each is like a star.)
I sit and scan the news hard by
My paper-white narcissus;
I read how fast a plane can fly,
Against my wissus.
(The course of speed is almost run,
We know not where we are.)
The grow in pebbles in the sun,
My beautiful narcissus,
Casting their subtle shade upon
Tropical fissus.
(No movement mars each tiny star;
Speed has been left behind.)
I’d gladly trade the latest thing
For paper-white narcissus;
Science, upon its airfoil wing,
Now seems pernissus.
(Who was it said to travel far
Might dissipate the mind?)
I love this day, this hour, this room,
This motionless narcissus;
I love the stillness of the home,
I love the missus.
(She grows in pebbles in my sun
And she is like a star.)
“Window Ledge in the Atom Age” by E. B. White
The Second Tree from the Corner