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 |
And a Roadrunner, too
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Alice seemed almost as excited about our seeing new birds as we were seeing
them ourselves. On one of the first days we were there, she yelled
“Roadrunner...
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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