The bare limbs
scratching at
the aching dawn —
It’s not that…
Is it?
surmising with aplomb and nary remorse
just the dreamers
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#happythanksgivingmyfriends HUNTING THE DECEITFUL TURKEY Mark Twain When I was a boy my uncle and his big boys hunted with the rifle, the youngest boy Fred and I with a shotgun–a small single-barrelled shotgun which was properly suited to our size and strength; it was not much heavier than a broom. We carried it … Read more