b a r e f o o t

what y'all do
when skies are gray; when the gentleman caller wants tax. we get no real weather in manhattan, clouds(always),
bitzothunder (rare).

we water down the wine. bake cupcakes. open canned laughter. get online. playthemusic loud.

nyc/newyorkers are NOT spoiled.

there. we can't find no affordable fresh orange juice: we sip champagne from orange tulips.