Spare Tire

Taking the panic out of my voice.

Measured breaths.

Dancing to the beat of a different drummer

Don’t let Mark tell you who I am

Ulterior motives

Digitizing souls

He’ll sell your soul to the highest bidder

“Roses love sunshine

Violets love dew

Angels in Heaven

Know I love”

Remember

I’m Buck & Patty’s oldest granddaughter.

I can buck a bale and can a raspberry.

Fix my own damn flat.

And I’m Luca’s Nammy.

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