Cloud cloudy, Beaver Make It Hearty

I See, Feel , What Ah Yes Am Changes

The Earth is ever changing.

I am Pacific Northwest Gal looking at a weather in February that is Northern Cali temp pal.  Of course Global Warming is the sister path and we of the learned observing act to make a Pact.

What then?  Hey?!  Make a plan for all our sake or make a voice that is annoyingly priviledged no site last.  Recycle, Yes.

Water: What water make who you what who?

We all be better off if no give-off for who.  Make a Beaver Pond solid and sure, is that not what our mammal ancestors lore?

but

no

we give off

a lot

what do we do?

Farms.  Beaver Ponds.

you Bearded, Yoga Matted dorks who say "I am a lot" "I give a lot" You are Dorks.  Accept it.  You are POSERS

Accept that.

What Else do you want to do with that?

What MORE do you want to do with that?  I say this in my own honesty of what else can I do, for the sake of nothing given massive make us look like a few.

We have a stand in our GENERATION hand to do something PROFOUND in the massive need of hand.  What do you want to do?

What do you want to do?

My Hips Are Rounder At The Tops

My hips were little.  They had a sway yet I never listened, never paid the day.

And all the whistle and all the call was for something I was not sure of at all.

I was me.  Hips.  What, yes some yummy hips that my Mama and Grammies all said were there and for us flair and yet I said ah no to my hips.

My babies were born and the hips grew, how?  I’ll never know the clue.  Yet here I stand, hand each handstand upon the massive new that is my middle hue. 

I am hips, roll above and a little more and yes, ah oh ah, yes that nice nestle deep down that never saw light anyway. 

I am New.

Me New.

Not sure what that means New but like my Hips, I’m dipping for Hip-Tips to be a little New in my inner-freshness allure to find guide-humble long in the thin fabric of life tip-dip song finding rhythm in a hip-walk never gone.

Be free Woman to be You.

Curve, straight ALWAYS angulated or maybe you make a ruckus to preach the pause.  You are you and I am I and we are humans by and by.

Make the Hips shake, make your heartbreak sink and you will be song. 

Just keep those Glorious Hips Shak’n.