The fabled land of my birthing place beckons like th' Nereides.
O Moscow. I am drawn. I am magnetized. I am become the dawning of the prefabricated home. I sing the body electric stovetop.
In the time of my father we raised rabbits for meat and pelt. We harnessed the awesome power of chicken wire; it dashed their hopes.
In the time of my mother we did homestead in a double wide. She labored frequently at the Lumberjack Cafe with her friend Starlene; the lumberjacks there they did drink lots. Sometimes she would cry out for expensive shampoo.
In the time of my forebears my feet and knees pointed west. I was put in casts up to my hips that straightened them legs before Gawd. The diapers did not fit; the casts were stained yellow. Often I would bang them on the washing machine for fun.
And then one day, I believe it was the time of my brother, Garamond the Creamier, we rolled out of that town in a blue Mustang with a White Hard Top.
I'm going to go back there some day.
O Moscow. I am drawn. I am magnetized. I am become the dawning of the prefabricated home. I sing the body electric stovetop.
In the time of my father we raised rabbits for meat and pelt. We harnessed the awesome power of chicken wire; it dashed their hopes.
In the time of my mother we did homestead in a double wide. She labored frequently at the Lumberjack Cafe with her friend Starlene; the lumberjacks there they did drink lots. Sometimes she would cry out for expensive shampoo.
In the time of my forebears my feet and knees pointed west. I was put in casts up to my hips that straightened them legs before Gawd. The diapers did not fit; the casts were stained yellow. Often I would bang them on the washing machine for fun.
And then one day, I believe it was the time of my brother, Garamond the Creamier, we rolled out of that town in a blue Mustang with a White Hard Top.
I'm going to go back there some day.
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I'm not so fond of the gibson myself, but I'm an olive lover and often drink mine dirty.
population (last i knew) 1,400 - in south western interior maine - you must know maine very well to have ever heard of the small town that spit me out the first chance it had... i still go back to taunt them all - they love it and dread it
where's moody's? i like rhubarb