The Myth Of The Wren
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Days ago, a wren flew into my parents’ housewhen my dad left the front door
open. The bird flew confused from room to room and never once sang. I
chased it...
4 hours ago
Monday, February 22, 2010
accelerate and be done
accelerate and be done;
grown on a sapient tongue;
a time designed to abandon—
paltry monument
to those that have come;
one more to rescind,
yet another to shun.
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