HELIX
I crossed over at the
helix; that's where I left
these things behind. The thin
moon was running late, and
I wasn't feeling too kind. My
own head and was in my hands.
Just thinking about Turkish Taffy
gave me a headache, and all I
could remember was that jerk
saying, about his dog, that he
was going to walk him all at
once. To Ft. Lauderdale and
back, and then just say, to the
dog, once they got home again,
'OK, that's it; we're done with
walking from hereon out. 'Might
as well walk it out of him early,'
he said. made sense, but didn't.
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