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~ the keelan chronicles ~
stormy stormy stormy
sky as a kite
precious and little
look up real hard
littlest one
no Nike in sight.
so even though it might rain
damned hard
i'll throw a jacket over your head,
carry you over puddles,
and grumble:
"sheltering sky, my ass!"
questions? concerns? flowery praise? email: keelan
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