In the morning night
When streetlight shadows
Scramble rat-ways
Under parked cars
And
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DNT PNIC
like a message sent from somewhere
But glass is just polished sand,
In the morning night
When streetlight shadows
Scramble rat-ways
Under parked cars
And
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I am on a roller coaster which is click clacking up a steep incline. Lily, my eight-year-old granddaughter, is sitting next to me. "This is boring," she laments, gazing languidly over the side of ... [+]
Amongst my mother-in-law's hoarded treasures,
a rusted Normal Rockwell tin
weighted down
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