February 2012
January 2012
The finches and sparrows build nests in my chimney what remains of the small flightless birds that you failed to protect but their yolk isn’t easy in fact it’s a drag as they’re blowing through cornfields and mountains of rags all over the suburbs across the great lawns crop-dusting gardens all over this town but nobody cares when it gets in their hair it gets in their...
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