It was not healthy,
a blunderbuss wind
had shot itself.
Strong legs for weak minds
were needed.
Therapy dogs did their best
to heal the barking mad.
Weather pattens predicted
downcast skirts,
hats orbiting Australia,
expensive sneakers crying in the rain,
nothing of the sort occurred,
but pigs did hover for awhile.
Any thought wired
to an inch of cringing flesh
tended to leap away
like a scalded cat.
It had all...
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