Once but not for long
Meetings were held in the basement.
The aggressives launched
Bake sales, took up collections--
The weakers gave,
Bought muffins--
The motion was raised to erect an obelisk
To anarchy, have its lurching shadow divide
The walk to town.
It never happened, people stopped
Showing up--
A hollow toll pealed across the duck pond,
As early rain droplets and bread for the birds
disrupted the purity of evening
And the anticipation of planned disaster.
Name That Trauma:: Scott on an Alien Commercial
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Hi KT Team, When I was young, probably somewhere between 3 and 6
(1989-1992) I was home sick with my grandmother. I was watching a
claymation movie on tv...
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