Facts & Fiction: The Life of a Flibertygibit
this made me so happy
i'm gonna go rake leaves and then laydown in the pile
absolutely one of my favorite poems, I think of it every year about this time. Hope your Spring comes early (not that the cold seems to keep your girls in)
I was walking up Sixth avenue when Balloon Man came right up to mehe was round and fat and spherical with the biggest grin I ever seenhe bounced on up toward me but before we could be introducedhe blew up very suddenly I guess his name was probably Bruceand I laughed like I always do and I cried like I cry for youand balloon man blew up in my handhe spattered me with tomatoes, hummus, chickpeas and some strips of skinso I made a right on 44th and I washed my hands when I got inand it rained like a slow divorce and I wished I could buy a horseand balloon man blew up in my handI was walking up sixth avenue when balloon man blew up in my facethere were loads of them on Bryant Park so I didn't feel out of placethere must have been a plague of them on the TV when I came home lateThey were guzzling marshmallows and jumping off the Empire stateand I laughed like I always do and I cried like I cry for youand balloon man blew up in my hand, balloon man blew up in my hand--robyn hitchcock
happy spring, Bungalogans! love you!
holy smokes, i missed soooo much!
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