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Sights and smells of nothingness, by Stephen Marcin
I.
We drove through town, talking of this and that,
and whether or not to cook a soup for dinner.
We drove up the hill and smiled as the
school busses flooded the sidewalks with top heavy children.
We drove onto my curvy street and hit a groundhog.
It lay in the road, ( Read more... )
I.
We drove through town, talking of this and that,
and whether or not to cook a soup for dinner.
We drove up the hill and smiled as the
school busses flooded the sidewalks with top heavy children.
We drove onto my curvy street and hit a groundhog.
It lay in the road, ( Read more... )
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