FORCE LIKE THIS
HAS NO MAGIC
I couldn't find that one ever and finally
gave up looking. The dog I already knew
was in a passel of trouble. Two guys were
up on the neighboring roof, throwing
shingles down a bunch, pieces flying
everywhere as they stripped that roof
like a new bride's pajamas. From their
truck nearby, the Spanish music was
blasting. Boy that got me crazy. If
there was a glazier nearby I would
have broken a window right in their
faces. New morning, already old day.
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