Goodbye, June, may the new month prosper, but not bury you! You were pretty chickenshit, actually, but maybe some rich princess will yet turn up before midnight. Anything's possible, but not much is likely. No, not likely. When I go to bed, it'll be tomorrow—if I could cut your throat, June, I probably would. Damn June Bugs |
A Quiet Walk at Theler Wetlands
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It’s been quite a while since we managed to get out to Theler Wetlands, so
I wanted to see what was there before we left for another trip to
California and...
18 hours ago
If you were a duck on a lake in South Dakota, some lady's red canoe would write a poem about you.
ReplyDeleteThat's possible, but I'd just be one among many.
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