ONE OLD MENTHOLATED MAN
At 4 Sand Pond Road. I stood.
And I knew you too, Sylvia Wood.
As I knew I should. The waterfall
was running, from heavy rains, into
the bog. Sand Pond I guess they
meant. When it happens like that,
suddenly all things are clear.
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How do you rent your garment,
if it's already torn and you've
owned it already for quite some
time? Perhaps you can see what
I mean. But, still,a s much as
can be, only later does it really
become clear.
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