Dear SF,

When you cling to windows with your Smuckers jelly feet, I applaud you for your patience to hatch only when the Mississippi River sinks enough to reveal it’s muddy sandbars, for your veracious need to reproduce as soon as you enter the world, and for your ignorance of your death soon to follow.

With love,
Another Single Fishfly

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About Restless Cube Dweller

Most of my adult life has been defined finding homes in unconventional places, and learning to interact positively with others. I've lived in the middle of nowhere, in small cities, in large cities, in the suburbs, and now in Dubuque, Iowa. This blog represents my musings about growing up, moving on, finding love, and eating well in the suburbs and beyond.
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One Response to Dear SF,

  1. nobody's starling says:

    “Smuckers jelly feet”

    ….perfect.

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