Tuesday, January 5, 2010

I Heard the Owl Grew My Name

The Barnyard reeked of Flame. The thoughtless casino met it halfway. We spearred by the wheatfield. Into the tarragon we filtered. An owl grew my name. It was plucked from beyond by the hand of a Starbucks Union organizer. The night was cherished by all. The pseudonym removed all containment.

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