MEMORY HAS A
FUNNY RUN
Well, the rain is seeping in again,
that little trickle I can see across
the ceiling-corner. What am I to
do? This weathered cabin was made
by hobby-volunteers so I'll just go
stuff it again with some mud. And
hope it dries out soon.
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Sure wish I live by LaBrea. Those
tar-pits could sure come in handy.
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A sabre-toothed tiger, up on the
roof - skeleton of course, what I
mean. That would be an attraction,
and something I could even charge
for. Money just rolling in to get
a new cabin roof. Just like water,
but money instead. For a nice,
new dry roof over my head.
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