Oh no...

¡Hola! Everybody...
It’s gonna snow, people! LOL

Saturdays are for poetry...

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Nows [no. 7]

Oh no,
my body used to scream and,
curse that final spasm.

Love is the process
I would proclaim,
to finish it,
my crime.

But it happened
everytime.

Till happiness
took inevitability by the hand
and taught me
how to laugh aloud
with selfish pride
at what has now become
my well-earned reward:

your richly deserved
flood of congratulations.