some summer and pumpkins smashed.some pumpkin from the backyard pumpkin patch.a rabbit comes out of his under ground hatch.he wants to know how many dreams he can catch.i open the back door using the back door latch.i plan on a late afternoon pumpkin snatch.the pumpkins smashed on the sidewalk, what a bad batch.
chris bowen
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