JP Creighton rising to shine on a rainy cloudy May Sunday;waiting for coffee, here.
On my lengua on my tongue
Among the unsung
Flung onto gullet, swum
And into my tummy tum tum.
Just be sure it’s white, fresh as you can find it.
JP Creighton rising to shine on a rainy cloudy May Sunday;waiting for coffee, here.
On my lengua on my tongue
Among the unsung
Flung onto gullet, swum
And into my tummy tum tum.
Just be sure it’s white, fresh as you can find it.