Wake me up, with
quesadillas and Bob Dylan.
Can every day be a Sunday?
I am requesting the month
of June, and no filters after dark.
The days do not know what they are missing
I have visited the future, and it is good.
But Spain can wait.
Maybe tomorrow.
And with shorts like
these, who really needs
air conditioning?
I am showered. Because you are attractive.
Do not deny the foothills.
I am appealing to sensations.
I am petitioning God for
quesadillas and Bob Dylan.
-Shawn Morones
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