SHEARLING WOOL
You wake up one day and there's nothing
out of the ordinary and you just walk out
to greet the sun and wonder where all that
wind has gone that just yesterday was
tearing the place apart and the dog comes
over and licks your feet while you're sitting
on the concrete steps somehow think about
Greece which just clicked in your head and
then the isle of Crete which is where Cretins
came from apparently but not concrete you
figure and it's all pretty strange and the
get-out's all gone and the train whistle
starts blowing from a freight on
those old Port Reading tracks.
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