Wednesday, February 13, 2008
Murphy's Law Comments
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My hands are speckled as a sparrows egg
And my clothes are ruined, white up one leg,
But I can now peer through our old doorframe
Without your memory. The signs of shame;
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7/23/2025 6:00:46 AM # 1.0.0
Christopher, this is a fine piece. It's also one of the first I've read here. I like the way you write. I don't say that often. I'm going to do a closer examination, if I ever get the time, Greenwolfe 1962