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Fiscal crisis

Fiscal crisis This American Sentence is a poem bribe for a guilt-free evening. Yesterday’s two-hour walk was payment for day-before-yesterday’s pan of brownies. That crocheted afghan is rent for time in front of the Food Network. These last two hours liking all your updates and pages are paying forward the success of my current work-in-progress… Continue reading Fiscal crisis

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Duck Pond Primary

Duck Pond Primary Crows are campaigning for the abolition of eagles and hawks. Starlings are a pollster’s nightmare can’t make up their minds about anything. Ducks hang around the path in true socialist fashion: Why get ambitious when most walkers carry birdseed or bags of bread? A solitary heron is the pond’s pundit but he… Continue reading Duck Pond Primary