I expected a boom and I got a tinkle. A wink I think meant more than it should when listening for the thunder, looking for lightening through the gentle rain … I stood … sitting … for hours … and then Ella came. Sweetly.
Fella Ella didn’t fall out. With a shout-out about … nothing. No … boom to box. No … slap to catch my face. No/Not at Ella’s pace. An easy Ella … elegance’s grace. So smooth this soothe. So sweet it’s taste.
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