I Wanna Be An October Cold Front I wanna blow wind gusts In children’s inner lobes, I wanna make fire crackle and smoke Fly out the roof, boil hot cocoa on the stove I wanna brown leaves Leaving stains, after it rains, on the patio, I wanna harden snot bubbles in nostrils, Redden eyes and clog throats.
Okay. Okay. Maybe not my best work. But, I’m a little ticked off at the cold front coming through. I believe it’s making me a little sick. Anyways, I’m going to bed at a record time tonight, just as soon as I finish up this little blog.