the sweetest thing

my next-door neighbor mows his lawn early on sunday morning.the gasoline engine of his mower is loud. he sees me,smiles, ...

pestilence, pustules you cause—nah. (sit tight, rap sill.)oh, i wedded it, lode caring hotly if i rob—or, by harm done, ...

High over the lake on autumn afternoons gulls flutter flutter? They fly in lackadaisical manner, not in any formations or ...