"But the green nuts are falling on my heart."
(a real line of poetry - by Marjorie L. C. Pickthall. From Marguerite Wilkinson's New Voices, 1924.)
Green cones
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The other morning, S. was arranging traffic cones, as usual, near the
cemetery entrance. But they were green! "What happened to the orange
cones?" I as...
16 hours ago
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