THIS LAND AMONG NATIONS
Smarts. Ouch. Land the damned thing
there. As much as I'd rather be your
mailman, right now I'm getting out
of here. The wind is horrid and I dwell
in fear : Things that break and fall, no
not for me. I hate your little airport too.
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Those intrepid carnival guys were here
again searching. Carnival eyes amongst
the gloom of all else. I couldn't take it.
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They're lined up at the hardware store;
the premise is that anything can be fixed.
I'm not sure about this....
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