a guy of our generation had snagged a bowl of nuts and chips. "We'll stay in here," our Spokesperson announced. Reaching for snacks turned into a tower of hands USA strong.
Our parents' generation were on the razor thin sometimes line between deciding their own fates and being swept along in political tide.
"She's too moody," ice being rocked side to side in a cranberry and vodka drink.
"It won't be that," lawyers assured.
"Turn this way," a paparazzi ordered. Drinks hastily put down. "Let's have a tour of the grounds, shall we?!" Arm hooks and holding backs. "Not really associated with them," an inner core of Republicanism. "Must be lonely," the man with the starting to sag face seemed to look at the drinks left behind and see only a challenge to tying it all together...like people roped together on a plank.
Scatter. Then in their line of fire, with the cameras, freeze. Team Captain said to if we get caught. "Why is your leg doing that?" A dismissive look to a surprised look screwing itself into feeling sad. "It just drags and stops working times." Tallest boy butt-wiggled over. "Okay, you freeze first." A nod, good plan if I
Can make it that far
You can, yeah?
Yah! Can, can
CAN, WE CAHN
LIKE TREES WE SCULPT but for the rage
"Good day Mother," hand gesturing WTF?! "DON'T" smacking helping hands away "Don't mind us, trees, our
"Director, oh director..."
It was then we knew something more about poverty's effects and the shape of a pocket 'round bout, where...
Our tiny ship hadn't moved but we'd been around the world in a minute. Talk if you can, we'd tell our guests, the lamed and frozen and "Yah ony cover'd in dis,""'Ee shmells," Ah, de winO, ticked off the list if LOST AND FOUND. "When?"
Distractions so a peek at a working watch. "When the lad's brother camed to claim him for me mother."
"Got it. Children, children."
"Go wi daht one. Wote dis book."
"Follow that RAINBOW!" People closing curtains and tucking treasures away. "Don't look."
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