50 cent copp.

a crisp autumn morning. we saw both the master she (leaving) and the psa's at the meadow, we ellipsed them walking through. peaceful. went to open produce. walking home i looked down and copp had a 50 cent sticker on his nose i asked him what he might have ate but he seemed unguilty. blogging in the spare room on the floor i asked him to lay down and he layed on my 'puter.