For Kelly Mcg.

A soapy spongebath of all things! She stood, sweet bovine eyes of hope and wiped away the worries of the day. I had suspended conscious thought, the very moment that our glances nibbled small morsels of a mutual wedding cake. I've never seen a more engaging film, and never met a woman who would be alive and filled with rosé cherryblossoms just as you are and will forever be. No one did ask, but be it known today, I would have given up all riches of this world, to lead that sponge throughout its journey on the skin which gives me goosebumps and the shivers still today. I like the spirit of the Amish, kid you not. And could, of course, live out my life without a phone. But no one takes away my Hemi, fivepointseven, though, if you call me, Kelly, I shall dropp it all.