I wonder . . .
. . . where spring hides its pretty pastel face.
. . . why treats appeal to cats more than regular food.
. . . why people cannot say what they mean.
. . . what happened to the Mrs. Grahams.
. . . who will enter my life today.
. . . when I will cease to wonder.
. . . where the yellow went.
. . . who wrote the book of love.
. . . why the sea rushes to shore.
. . . who I am.
Peace, dude.
Later.
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