Parading

Down Sally Cow Lane and Elsewhere

I listen to music.

I eat up a few wild poems while time creeps along as though it's got all day.
I eat up a few wild poems while time creeps along as though it's got all day.
I eat up a few wild poems while time creeps along as though it’s got all day.
This is what I have.
This is what I have.
The dull hangover of waiting, —Mary Oliver
The dull hangover of waiting,
—Mary Oliver

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