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my head is an attic-full of scared birds ever expecting a shout: WHAT ARE YOU DOING? YOU WHAT?
they flutter to and fro all the time, but whenever they get a chance they take short oblivious naps, like when they wake you up for school, and between the first whisper 'wake up, time to go to school!' and the more insistent touching of your shoulder five minutes later a century passes full of vivid dreams.
they flutter to and fro all the time, but whenever they get a chance they take short oblivious naps, like when they wake you up for school, and between the first whisper 'wake up, time to go to school!' and the more insistent touching of your shoulder five minutes later a century passes full of vivid dreams.