Parading

Down Sally Cow Lane and Elsewhere

In these dreams, apples can fall like stars on top of my head,

In my imaginary dream last night, the sky was filled with fiery apples —Kip Knott
or like apples (honestly, there‘s nothing poetic about gravity.
or like apples (honestly, there‘s nothing poetic about gravity.
In my imaginary dream last night, the sky was filled with fiery apples —Kip Knott
In my imaginary dream last night, the sky was filled with fiery apples
—Kip Knott

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