SOMETIMES WE WERE
JUST CHATTING
(no escaping, Penelope)
Here between towns, somehow neither here or
there, things are put together strangely - the
whitewash on the fence drains down the eager
gully, people dance a naturalistic dance.
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It is said the hubris is a bad trait to follow.
Aristotle called it 'shaming the victim.' Other
men of method means call it other things. But
what goes down is a fateful insurance about
episodes delightful or goals which need to be.
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No escaping, Penelope. The strange
Druids are still dancing 'neath the dark.
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