THE FRUGAL MAILMAN
: Heard it said : When you've got
nothing left, they just send you an
empty check. Empty and worthless.
: All of the things we've ever relied
upon, just seem to go down the tubes :
Over here, there's a lookout point. Now
it's filled with grim memorials and the
name-lists of the local dead. Isn't that
so grimy : They're gone, yet everyone
just lives on, still feeding off the gunk
and glory. I can't walk these sands any
more. My feet hurt, and all these stories,
they're just too tender for me, for sure.
We'll come back some other day, when
all those nearby candles are out. : I've
still got to make my rounds; but I can
do it without making a sound. :
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