remember everything you see so you can draw from memory and pull up a full cup to drink from before it overruns the cat's cradle and silverspoon dandelions trying hard to forget their names but still remain in the front yard -- much too hard for an allowance to cover and far plumber than a crack down the middle of the road ready to explode into motion when the town runs out and the horizon comes in clear
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