Why wait for the lowercase g to have its tail
fully restored? Only depressives bother to read the warning printed on a label.
Make noise when you can’t make music. Become an entomologist enamored with ants
if that’s what you wish. Go somewhere they still cut sugar cane by hand. Or
stay and help me braid these tiny white flowers in the night wind’s blue-black
hair.
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