Taking all the wild time I had during the days I, was free. Feeling the cool breeze as the cold showers are thrown, getting one wet and fuzzy. Looking into those days the mourner shrieks down. While everything turns out of the blue, while we wait in the path we partake. Thinking about you can be a zone-out clue. As we got a step closer as the memories fumes, he can be the source I can like nor love in this season we zoom. In or out, swaps and stays, you and me can be a huge deal as we celebrate. Arrs, Yours Truly. (33)