new city, new hair.
I'm in Ottawa. The bus ride was surreal, a bit dream-like. I've think maybe my eyes looked glazed over because the elderly lady next to me seemed a bit concerned. I ran into two (count 'em TWO) people I knew while walking to my mother's from the bus station. Speaking of which-
Check out this poem my sweet Daniel wrote! On his birthday, too.
I walked my poor hunds down the street that is bank
The shimmering night and Hopewell it did flank
When who did approach but a looming visage
And pinned to her chest, a striking corsage
I looked up to see who it was that approached,
Who on my turf did so boldy encroach?
It was some stylish hipster I immediately thought
And never considered I'd know them a jot
I narrowed my eyes and look't who it be
And what did this sight bring, what vision to see?
Why none but my friend the impressive Lu-Ceeeee!!
xoxo
Lucy
Check out this poem my sweet Daniel wrote! On his birthday, too.
I walked my poor hunds down the street that is bank
The shimmering night and Hopewell it did flank
When who did approach but a looming visage
And pinned to her chest, a striking corsage
I looked up to see who it was that approached,
Who on my turf did so boldy encroach?
It was some stylish hipster I immediately thought
And never considered I'd know them a jot
I narrowed my eyes and look't who it be
And what did this sight bring, what vision to see?
Why none but my friend the impressive Lu-Ceeeee!!
xoxo
Lucy