MAN SOUTHERLY AIR
Setting out, the juggler winced. He'd missed
with pain his calling already, leaving three
pins in-flip while still airborne. Walked off.
'I think I'll stick with juggler's balls,' he said.
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I then replied, 'You can if you'd like, but you
know those pins are still in the air, right?'
He laughed. 'Not my problems anymore.
I'm gone.' Okra, fish-pool, catfish omelette.
All life should be so easy. I can say I've
been down south, though I never really
left the highway.
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Savannah. St. Augustine. Mouth Pleasant.
Richmond Hill. And traffic galore in
Fredericksburg, Virginia. Lest I forget.
But that's not really 'South' and
it's a bad bet, I bet.
But that's not really 'South' and
it's a bad bet, I bet.
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