Tony told me, «hold me like a pony,» and «sunshine is like a gold mine.» Tony tole me, «hole me, I’m all broke and bony like windchimes hung in wartime.» Tony la-la lonely boy. Christie kissed me. It was misty so she missed me. She’ll hang time on the grape vine. Christie kissed me. It was misty like a mistery, like silk twine on a clothesline. Christie mama-missing girl.
