It's thirty two degrees.
The only bubbler in the park is rat-shit.
And I'm sitting here on the bench eating Lolly Gobble Bliss Bombs.
The way my little Son loiters I am fifteen minutes away from water.
But how I love the ones that are chuncked together.
Monday, November 07, 2005
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