A Forget-Me-Not in Your Garden of What-Nots

To pull a slow gun of tenderness on the fast and the furious. To unbullet our blue skies, have school shootings only be hoops. To pledge abhorrence to the Upgraded Hates of AmeriKKKa. To transform We Surely Must Screw ‘Em back to E Pluribus Unum. To offer prayerful reparations to anyone’s karma I’ve ever undharma’d. To be a forget-me-not in your garden of what-nots. To write our names across the chalkboard night sky. To leave this world with only love left behind.

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