Buckets of Love

I can tell you about the blue buckets I have in my bathroom.

They’re filled with love.

At night I wander the streets and sprinkle hearts on all things green.

A bucket here, a bucket there, you know what I mean.

But where do they come from?

I can’t share that information on my blog.

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