Sally sat in the saddle
straddling her steed.
Whoa Sammy Sally said
slow your step girl
Shirley sulked
sitting in the sun
stroking the brim
of her silk rimmed hat
Where is Sally at?
Surely she must be on her way.
Sally strolled around the ben
somehow Sammy slowed
his already slow gait
Shirley lit up
grabbed Sally's extended hand
swung herself up
straddling Sammy
Sally, Shirley, and Sammy
rode off singing
into the sunset
(of course what did you think would happen this is day 22 for criminy's sake!)
Wednesday, April 22, 2009
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