Right on time it was for C.H. Tittle in order to go back to futon-sleep, His work ethic in the weight room, and in the two bose-rose-great-rooms, with all evening heat was very very diligent and deep.
Inside of the puzzles of musical “meeps and bleeps” were his happy smiling face and feet
Inside of “The big game is tomorrow” the realest one began to count sheep
Argent above the place of the gridiron line of the scrimmage was the personhood of the chicken-violin-violin-chicken coming-dropping out of the sky
But hardened was the grimace of Tittle as he ended his hour long 49, He was bound to give the new genre a try, onto the field next to him the slowly dropped down Violin monument stood so high.
No Comment was previously the silence of his own Stradawampus surging wood, but the dropped down chicken violin, his own mission within, which stood so proud caught his lucid-dream-eye
Together they were again on the field’s lawn with his urge to play at the empty stadium-field
Going down into and onto the field the cartoon personhood of the wind-cloud-weather quickly had it’s saving him yield
On came the handcrafted bow motions of Tittle’s Stradawampus, music was his shield
Laughing onto the field came Coach Red Bull Mickey, With the power to say, “Hey Kid”, “You’re no longer a coward that way”, “keep up the good work”, “you’re doing a great job”
Descending falling quickly down onto the field from the furious, free laughing moon, was the “bullet bill” “laser that could” burley baseball going down to the handyman hands of Harry “The Giant” Nice who was the pitcher, and Parallel “Speed Elbows” Goings was the nice hitter, Sunday was the night and day of no hate with god
- Avalon Dakota
- 12/29/24
- 12:23pm
RIANT GOLD
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