THIS CHARMED LIFE
Is nothing but strife. The windows
won't close, the siding droops, and
the milk left out goes sour. By the
hour it turns to milk soup. Not good.
I was hoping for something more
and no damage to the feeders or
the hoops out in the yard, arrayed
for flowers and birds. To guard;
instead they rage - shrieks and
whistle and noises like a raging
storm off the seaside shelf of Hades.
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