ode to uniform studio.

Alternatively titled, “Why I Never Became a Poet.” Uniform, oh uniform.I love you like a unicorn.You love me like a unicorn?Yes, that’s an awful lot. But uniform, oh uniform.I’m missing your new uniform(s).When will you have a uniform…For me to buy the lot? Yes uniform, oh uniform.I love you more than you love corn.You love

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signing off.

I have to skip town tomorrow morning, but will be back late Sunday night, so I’m posting lots and lots and lots of fun picks for you while I’m gone. Don’t fill up all at once, now! Love to you all; be safe.

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