The hippie chick is an elemental force
compressed by a stifling nurture of suffocating curfews and relentless mean spirited jabs.
When the spring inevitably sprung
ain't no way that bitch Pandora was ever going back in the box.
Unleashed was a warm sad tender angry compassionate whimpering force
that took in everything and everyone in its wake
especially the orphaned hurt abused hurt frustrated neglected.
No stone was left unturned, no path not experienced--
especially those prohibited.
Hey, but every storm has an eye, no?
and every genie escaping the bottle gets three wishes, right?
And if you use your third wish to wish for another wish doesn't that leave you with four?
Four children.
The eldest hedges restraint and irony.
I'll give you three guesses what he studied in college, but you won't need them.
Psychology.
I'll give you one guess what he does for a living.
Law enforcement
Even the youngest wants to be a cop.
What happens when you cross an irresistible force with immovable objects?
A family.
(mostly on the way to denver, on a plane, but then in a loft on wazee)
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