Friday, February 13, 2009
Spirit of the Times
I Drove my brother to small airport
once. Walked out to tarmac with him–
you could then. Knot of people wait-
ing, topping each other with mordant
jokes as to crate
they were about to enter. More humor in
those simpler times.
I Drove my brother to small airport
once. Walked out to tarmac with him–
you could then. Knot of people wait-
ing, topping each other with mordant
jokes as to crate
they were about to enter. More humor in
those simpler times.
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