Off in the clear-cuts/
the radio runs on. I hear this era is plagued/
by cacophonies of flight./
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Off in the clear-cuts/
the radio runs on. I hear this era is plagued/
by cacophonies of flight./
When I heard she was in hospital, I procured every reason why I didn’t need to be at her side. It was only pneumonia. I had my novel to finish.
We imagined that his family survived on a diet of acorns and squirrels, so we felt sorry for him and pretended not to see when he’d stuff tortillas in his pockets before leaving.