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Historic Flood

Historic flood There are a few unread books on me bookshelf and they will stay that way I needn’t everything in print. My depression hangs in the landscape streaks on dusty window panes tell me the obvious: clean me now! I wait for the pharmacy to open after the lunch break, hope it is not full of women talking about pills, illnesses and diets. I’m not watching TV today I need not to know more about the storm everyone talks about, I have seen it worse. Soon I will be stopped by a hero telling me he was in New York during the histrionic storm which made the governor famous. The apothecary should be open now better hurry and don´t worry what the afternoon newspaper prints.

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