My rumination a thoughtless gesture

To stymy and sting and sing the songs oft lesson-made oft left behind weighed in

The slang for correction

I guess

And so does my mother

We are well

To swill is from lightness

I guess and  no one cares

To doubt

That is the faucet

There’s no error in it



Me impulsively jotting things down. I need to cut my fingernails.