wyseoldowl:
it can't stay, said the poet
wyseoldowl:
what's in his mouth
wyseoldowl:
next time, a bottle opener
wyseoldowl:
fresh snow, so far
wyseoldowl:
I suppose this is a meadow
wyseoldowl:
delighted
wyseoldowl:
how many cookies did you have?
wyseoldowl:
reacher
wyseoldowl:
cold ground
wyseoldowl:
down valley
wyseoldowl:
catamounts
wyseoldowl:
almost aflame
wyseoldowl:
dash to the door
wyseoldowl:
sparkles
wyseoldowl:
up on high
wyseoldowl:
snowt
wyseoldowl:
summer awaits
wyseoldowl:
porchside geology
wyseoldowl:
if there's no chair lift I'm not going
wyseoldowl:
a front on the range
wyseoldowl:
i feel compelled to make a ghostbusters reference
wyseoldowl:
bovine revery
wyseoldowl:
slip into the sky
wyseoldowl:
drywall
wyseoldowl:
high society
wyseoldowl:
this makes me feel bad
wyseoldowl:
probably should've straightened this one
wyseoldowl:
lights of leadville
wyseoldowl:
still no bottle opener
wyseoldowl:
likely not snow-bearing
