I had a dream last night.
It was a dream in vivid colours.
A satisfying dream.
A dream of justice and
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The sad part about Texas is the size of the place, no one could trace the source of the fire, you could smell it, it would have the smell of a big fat dead rat Herbert leave the rat to become stardust, go back to the poetry become a critic you have your freedom to write, let it die a natural death Warm regards allan
Okay Sandra and Allan: I will let it crumble into devil's dust on P/H. Just keeping the wet rag handy, just in case. Yes Sandra, it is benaeth me, but even small pebbles beneath your feet can bother you. H