It's been too long since
we've spoken, but I always
think of you. Wrap kisses
in clouds and blow them your
way. Thank you for the traffic
jams, they were delicious.
You're welcome. I see pictures
of you sometimes, after scandals,
snow storms, sporting events. Where'd
you get your skyline done? It looks
really cute. I pray for massive
earthquakes just so I can slide onto
your couch with you.
That's kind of selfish, but I catch
your continental drift. If only the
longitudes weren't painted on we'd have
lassoes to yank each other closer.
You think you're some sort of cowgirl,
don't you? Still, I know how you feel.
Like time plays zone defense just to keep
us apart. And the balloons of our annual
parades pop questions at the teams who
constantly fail to win us pretty rings.
I have to go now. One of the suburbs is
crying. Oh, and I love your new park system,
I'm totally green with envy. Goodbye.
Alright, there are dying plants I've been
neglecting, best I get to them before they
close down. Tell your new airport I said Hi.
It looks nice. Mine is so plane, sorry couldn't
resist that one. I love you!