The refrigerator – never one to mince words.
Found a windmill. Set it free.
Nothing too intelligent, please. Brain cells may be shattered.
Don’t fake left without me!
As a writer, I’ve been pen scratching again, and believe I have written my best signature yet.
Smack dab summer is trying on every breeze.
For your sky of kites, keep an endless green meadow for running and never wake from it.
My galore finally arrived!
I fell in love when he pulled an azure sky from the glove compartment in his car.
In late summer, it’s just a matter of looking through your closet for the most comfortable swelter.