The many lives of Mr. Bree
Grow and fade like leaves on trees
He did that thing he was to do. He didn’t do it, is option two. Three other things he tried. Four times about it, he lied. Five days for forty, he was to work. Six of the seven, he acted like a jerk. “Because seven eight nine,” he used that old punch line. Ten times a day, he’d say, “I’m fine.” Eleven is the number, greater than his toes, where on from there… a myriad goes.