Tuesday, May 15, 2012
The Vagabond Comments
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It was a bright summer day, when the weather was still warm, with the sun gleaming
All over my back. I was riding my bike to run an errand, and I was riding at a casual
Pace. I had $20 in my back pocket and 75¢ worth of quarters in my side pocket. As
I rode my bike, I could feel the wind in my face, and I could hear the birds chirping,
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8/10/2025 3:04:04 AM # 1.0.0
Ah, but this is not a poem; it is prose and you have done it well. May I point out that the man could not have been fatally wounded in the chest since fatally means that he is dead and I presume that you were speaking to him. Read mine - Nam's Unmourned - Adeline