Got News, Part 2
The
school clock you bought that you watched as a lad is still in your
room. No one winds it, but no one got rid of it either. It isn’t your
room anymore. It’s the guest room. Mom took my old room instead. She
gave away your harrows, your tractor, most of the harnesses, wagon. Put
them into use, someone. Probably James. And your guitar, your suits all
your clothes. Not that you were figuring on wearing them again anyway
and they’re too big for me.
what horses won’t use
porcupines will —
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