THE BLUE LAKE
WATER BOX
Reading history with Hershey's Kisses
won't quite get you the full story. Things
didn't always 'happen' that way - there
were hits and misses. But, like the
Halloween candy-kid you're now
pretending to be, it goes down much
easier this way : forthright amplitude,
a token-push to the strength of force.
I'd rather we just went home, to the
color-box of pencils and pens. We
can make time timing makes with
each other.
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I see again the plumber truck. It is
parked in my neighbor's driveway as
they get in a new furnace. Three fun
guys, complaining about tight spaces.
If they could only hear themselves.
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