Cookie

One jibber on the bounty, she will do it for her country.
Societal train wrecks all over the place, one fukd up cookie,
Oatmeal.
The city is of havoc.
The dawn awaits her captive.
The morning shines on her like a cloud.
And she sees ahead, something.
New in the hourglass, but can't touch it or taste him.
For she thought her businehus was about her Father.
She wrote and told stories as a small child and this one is the best.
Escape to scenery unlike duldrum, beyond the gates of sanity.
Chocolate Chip?
Dip it in some milk and call it luxury to speak nonsense.
True identity relentless trivial pursuit of purse son all finances,
Money over matter, so what we all have dreams!
All call Hal Ick Lee later I guess.
Con man knitted re: late sons ship...
Someday sipping Mai Tai on the beach.
Local Chica no more.
Snicker doodle.
Sum sum. Dream a lil dream.