SOLICITUDE
The judge was caramel;
brown like can be. Not
candy. The loose dog
was running Spruce
Street. Renamed loose
street, for the day.
I went home to check
the papers, see if the
news had come out, if
the generation lost in
space was in any shape
to run its race. (Couldn't.
Find. A. Trace.)...
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