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on the way to church, spring is a roadkill deer, and all of these questions
on the way to church, spring is a roadkill deer, and all of these questions
some haiku purists think spring is in the eyes, while some prefer the tongue
as days get longer, so does the time it takes to jump to conclusions.
having caulked the cracks where the ants come in, i hope they’re ok out there
just left portland or more than a week of spring rain makes the heart grow fond