Hypothetical Continuity
If I can get these taxes done
and you can get that baby quiet
then we can have eleven minutes by the fire before Nightline.
If I can get the driveway shoveled
and you can get the lunches made
then we can hug for a deep second in the open doorway,
your toes curling against the cold and pinch the rug
like my fingers nestling into your robe to pinch your bum.
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I think you should write a poem about how disgusting filthy hippies are. I like your poem!
I think you should write a poem about how disgusting filthy hippies are. I like your poem!
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