Exalted Corn God (one of three hundred) (![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} lunaticcrow) wrote,@ 2009-05-21 23:50:00 |
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Summer's majesty, upon us at last.
I slip on my sneakers to greet the morn jogging;
laces met with a hand even looser,
I will not tighten them- it hurts.
I slip on my sneakers to greet the morn jogging;
laces met with a hand even looser,
I will not tighten them- it hurts.
