THE KENNEL HELD A HORSE,
AND THE CORRAL HELD A DOG
And nothing made any sense and
what was up was down, and the
full bottles were empty as the
empties were full. 'Welcome to
America, the New,' the clotted
sign read. I had to look twice to
be sure I'd seen something once.
What was this place, I wondered...
and what had become of my home?
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