HAPPENSTANCE
Drive the car backwards reasoning you've
already been. Paint the house topside, letting
the bottom repair itself. Stay put on the porch
alone. These are choice assignments for all.
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The wind that drives the point that steers the
arrow the pricks the steer - whew! - that's
a mouthful for sure. Now, I'm too tired to talk.
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Everywhere I look, there's someone stepping in
shit - morons winning lotteries and newly born
matrons marrying billionaires. The whole, wide
world and one grand Mummer's Parade. Let
on one talk; the silence is so perfect, by contrast.
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