Never really embraced the term “waxing poetic.”
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← I defy you to get my spirits down, for spring frolics in my veins, prances in my pupils, tickles my tendons.
Grams just said (in response to either a message I left her or on my own answering machine) that I sounded both drunk and like my dad. Neat? →