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Types of stuff Select Category Bipolar Fiction Little Book Memoir Photo Poem Wacko Essay A leaf swirls down slow and lazy Floating between alive and not In this moment, of this moment Like me. I am here with this leaf It’s yellow and rusty orange hues Filter the bright blue of the sky Falling A leaf swirls down slow and lazy Floating between alive and not In this moment, of this moment Like me. I am here with this leaf It’s yellow and rusty orange hues Filter the bright blue of the sky Falling I’m telling you now the story old Jeb told me, as I sat in a dark dank cave out of the bright autumn afternoon, him with his back I’m telling you now the story old Jeb told me, as I sat in a dark dank cave out of the bright autumn afternoon, him with his back Morning starts with the new cat, his nervous diarrhea leaves him particularly displeased with the one wiping wet cloths along his long-haired bottom Rinse, bandage, repeat.   Then I wash and dry and fold laundry I have washed and dried Morning starts with the new cat, his nervous diarrhea leaves him particularly displeased with the one wiping wet cloths along his long-haired bottom Rinse, bandage, repeat.   Then I wash and dry and fold laundry I have washed and dried “I told you, there is no main breaker.” Mike said. “That’s what I’m doing today, installing a proper box with breakers.” He finished his oatmeal with loud scra*es of spoon against ceramic. “Where’s the electricity going to go while you’re “I told you, there is no main breaker.” Mike said. “That’s what I’m doing today, installing a proper box with breakers.” He finished his oatmeal with loud scra*es of spoon against ceramic. “Where’s the electricity going to go while you’re Privacy & Cookies: This site uses cookies. By continuing to use this website, you agree to their use.