Cat Over Clock

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Sing a Song of Sixpence

The birds were wet today Danced in the tattoo mind Evenly paced, song in the air Flirted in the spray where The House of Finch Braved the assault of The Brewer's Black Bird Pie The blackbirds chased their crow They... Continue Reading →


The feverish spread begets mourning, Lamenting all the victims of plague. Those who could not own their sorrow For the time and place belongs in nightmares. History: history reeks of seclusion for the dying.Tomorrow heads bowed over hickory, empty hands.Farewells... Continue Reading →

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