Dance in the Full Moon

O, the Frailty of Memory

Wednesday, April 18, 2018

4.18

I'm a waterfall of jellybeans. I have thirteen noses apiece. I walk without my toes, but you won't find me eating cheese. Why is open not as closed? Who made babies wear their clothes? Why is heaven never here, and why won't here quite yet appear?
Thanks--
One Absurd

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