suddenly thrown back to the 60’s how would I defend my possessions, which I use, and comfortable pot of money, which I need? The Establishment was the enemy, material things, the gluttony of our par
three houses down, my neighbor Gary sweeps his sidewalk each morning, and vacuums the news that walks by, that floats over fences or slips out the cracks in windows he’s the grapevine of feral cats,
with a poetry reading coming soon, and nerves always the obstruction, I wonder if vocalizing a touch tipsy, would freshen the experience take them on a road never taken, change the usual droll, stra
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