7 june

let's try to get along -- or let's strongarm the lottery -- let's flatter the pantry -- or let's flounder a-plenty -- let us now eat our words: tastily herded and gratefully gobbled -- we cobble together occasional scenes, wrap up our thoughts in occasional themes -- when the words wave wild in the wind and there's a tailspin to contend with, i can hardly stop to lend with one hand while i'm yanking with the other -- we've uncovered some fresh varieties and i try to please myself and your health and happiness all twisted up together but the weather's easier to forecast and it's mostly will that tracks past now into more so i'm watching for the score