HARDLY
It snowed all night and now I am
left with nothing. Even the milkbox
has been covered. Is that the baby
wailing again?
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Whatever brings this weather ought
really to just go home. Tired old
bitch with no teeth - except the
groundling winds that wail over
the land, leaving nothing but the
noise and the drifts of Winter.
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And so what? You really need to
ask? What we're left with is a bad
batch of cards, some shitty poker
hand played better by the blind. A
symphony only the deaf can hear.
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