Having tried to use thewitch cordthat erases the stretch ofthirty-three blocksand tuning in the voice whichwoodenly stated that thetalk box was “disconnected”My mother, religiously girdled inher god, slipped on some love, andlaid on my bell like a truck,blew through my door warm wind from the southconcern making her gruff and tight-lippedand scaredthat her “baby” was starving.she, having learned, that disconnection results fromnon-payment of bill (s).She…
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