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Frank Osen
The sky erupts in rabid, bright-green shrieking, A bedlam which can only mean that harpies, Descending on the prey theyve long been seeking, Have come to rend him to his very car-keys Right here (of course) in Targets parking lot. But first”he heard this in some softer . . . . Continue Reading »
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