spent a lifetime trying to get
messages through
but no one answered /
di-dah-dit /
while the wind blew
and the sand drifted him over
and he could not make it /
no one heard him /
di-dah-dit
A journal of sightings of raccoons coming out of and going into the storm grate at our corner in Waukesha WI. (& etc.) The bent is nature with occasional forays elsewhere.
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