The nine of heart held his head in his hands
Why was he a nine? He couldn't understand...

Brushes rotate suds
lathering and cleaning my car...

autumnal leaves makes
finding my doggy's whoopsies...

chips fly through the air
on a Winter's beach sea breeze...

A sound...

Forest floor dances
Its' shaded shimmering shroud...

With just a few clicks
poems and quotes opens up...

Sing-a-song of Christmas,
presents around the tree...

In the space between
Sunday love-songs...

my breath is yours so
while suffocating I know...

ah, ah, ah. . .
Atishoo...

3 large Big Mac meals
2 packs of cream slices fill...