Wednesday, May 5, 2010
The One Where You Can Be My Paul Bratter.
Dear Lover,
Let's go to the park.
Barefoot, and all.
Roll out a quilt.
Put on some Led Zeppelin.
Enjoy an ice cream cone.
And do the twist.
Our index fingers pointing.
Like Steve Martin.
Love,
Me.
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