LOPE
- David Raskin

- Apr 27
- 1 min read
Losing no time against the quick brown fox breeze, I said oh geeze, as the tumble weed, by my side traveled passed me, the organic dogs in my dodged over pot holes of the street with sleeping needs were the seeds, for I was jumping running free
Moving in my prime, I was the Metallic Great Dane zooming in on making it to the rooms of those in loving need, then the break I took did fit despite their money pleas, I again booked it with my accelerations gunning deed, Again on all fours I took the Wend’s sudden lead
Penning with matchmaker sanctions were the two Jain track mates, with money flowing between the two motherlands, I couldn’t wait to finally saunter under the shade of the trees
Ending the transaction with my green backpack gait, was myself slowing down from running, knowing their date scene had 4 blue hands, I was smiling, I was hoping the money didn’t get laundered, I delivered their key
- Avalon Dakota
- 4-27-25
- 12:36pm
LOPE







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