“No Little Girl With A Wooden Bucket…But”


(May 11, 2019)

I’m shrinking or shirts

are growing wide yet again”

Summer cotton quest’*

*(Gotta be the shirts soaking in the humidity and growing in response since the shorts refuse to fall from hips – okay, they cling to the below-belly like a madman grasping at any roots or grasses at the very end of the cliff, so I know it can not be the diet causing the shirts to billow in the breeze like a yard-armed sheet without stays to hold it skeletally taut. Maybe I need to find a better belt – both for girth-encirclement and tonsil-tickling in a one-and-one-quarter ounce dash of elixer most golden?)

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