The bombardment and cannons went on till past twelve last night.
I hope that was it. The end of explosive devices.
Somewhere a child's heart is laughing.
Sod off, ya little cretin.
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THE BUZZING, THE BUZZING
Sometimes I miss the area where I grew up. Which, when I think about, I realize was much more bog-like than I always remember. A fertile wet...
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