A bridge covered with ice, one whose railing only comes up only to my hips, hovering 30 feet above an icy creek. No, thank you. I and my neuroses will stay firmly planted over here on terra firma.
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Back porch, an August afternoon
Would sir desire a calendar?
The doctor is in
With whipped cream on top
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