VARIATIONS ON A THEME
I have a temptress on the windowsill, but
nothing will come of that. And there's an
old cat nearby. That cat's been around for
years though I never got its name.
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Hazarding all weathers, I can still leaf through
this old postcard book that shows how these
things once used to be - before that highway
and its six wide lanes, this was some scraggly
two-lane wheel-wide through the shaggy woods.
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I like sitting here. But it must have been
really nice once, maybe about 1934 - before
they cut everything down and laid out all this
highway stuff. Now it's just dizzy with rage.
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