"This is a fruit of every season which carries the scent of its travels..."
My grandfather often repeated this little phrase to me when he was talking about his clouds. He has the best collection
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I slipped into some rusty overalls to go
parading around town and when I came home
sputtering evening with coal in my hair
my wife said, You're not my husband, you're a train
and who was I to disagree?
So I went to the rail yard,
had a good sleep, and towed three tons
of bricks to Bismarck,
for which the locals were quite grateful.