McSEMPRIS
Saturday found the derby hat wanting and the
dirigible long gone from the woodshed. He'd parked
the Franklin where all could see, but now there was
nothing but a crowd whizzing by - no one stopped even
to look. Two cats meowed by the awning. Down
on its luck, the broken turntable just spun. If
there had been time enough to paint the fence,
well, no one had done it after all. No matter.
They'd splatter - morons with toothbrushes
held in their teeth - anyway and the job
would never get done. Lilies of the Valley,
or somesuch painted flowers, seemed wild
all over the side of the barn. Nothing
but a view, like I'd never seen before.
Saturday found the derby hat wanting and the
dirigible long gone from the woodshed. He'd parked
the Franklin where all could see, but now there was
nothing but a crowd whizzing by - no one stopped even
to look. Two cats meowed by the awning. Down
on its luck, the broken turntable just spun. If
there had been time enough to paint the fence,
well, no one had done it after all. No matter.
They'd splatter - morons with toothbrushes
held in their teeth - anyway and the job
would never get done. Lilies of the Valley,
or somesuch painted flowers, seemed wild
all over the side of the barn. Nothing
but a view, like I'd never seen before.
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