The Sleepy Summer Stears

I always thought a ies were at he was three bottles of wine in and my postal shift ends itself. But listen to this poem, oit o. It's called the laughing heart. Your life is your life. Don't let it be clubbed into dank submission. Be on the watch. There are ways out. The gods will offer you chances. Know them. Take them. I enjoyed this and i'm so glad we did it. Nete of touching bas even though we've gotten to see each other more. As h, that was great. Thot, perfect and really apropos of what we talked about.