You don't die all at once.
November elms and old jailbirds know. They dig you a hole, and in you go. You don't die all at once. Miners for gold and miners for coal Pass their days in the ground like a mole. ... sunburns, haircuts, scars & tattoos, aspirins & worn-out mules, umbrellas, antiseptics, lunch breaks & crash helmets, nutritious, low-calorie snacks ... You don't die all at once. On Dover Street one cold blue day a March wind blew my hat away. |
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March 2018
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