When Not Now
The mannequin is still spread out on the floor in pieces. Every so often I stumble over it and say ouch for two. Still it is not loud enough to be heard.
There is a beautiful crescent in the sky. It hung over the last threads of the daylight entwined with smoke from Madison's mini industrial park. A good sight to quaff a toast over. Hogmanay.
There is a beautiful crescent in the sky. It hung over the last threads of the daylight entwined with smoke from Madison's mini industrial park. A good sight to quaff a toast over. Hogmanay.