snap out of it, girlfriend. just be sure you're not a coach when you are quoted saying that "it's just a game." nothing is just a game.
I hail a cab. you hail a cab. she hails a cab. it's hailing out. my halo is on crooked. go to sleep my pretty pasture dweller. stars are calling wrinkles out of all the weep. explain to me the fit with sky. it's motionless most mileposts. now I hear replays coming to call. they're wearing patched extravaganza. they're of my ilk or not quite. my, how minotaurs have grown beyond. the temperature matches my metronome. all summer I've been weighing in. it seems about the time to have been lining captions to be silvered down. how are the throat valves after choiring past our dugout? I have hindered shine upon a happy grasp. you won't let go. will I again? sheila e. murphy
