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Accidents happen in the Spring. Babies are born from left-over Autumn bonfires, Never properly extinguished. The sun should shine for an extra hour So I can finish “The Burial of the Dead.” Small dogs can escape out doors Opened for a breath of fresh Spring air. If there had been a screen on the door... If it had been a cat... If it had been raining... If the sun had set sooner... If the stranger had been kinder... Would April accidents happen? Instead, a sad woman cries, *Ah, nao. Agrander a Deus. Nao por favor. Mitzi.* We can't plan for mistakes. We call them accidents.
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Apr 13, 2015
Apr 13, 2015 at 8:39 AM UTC
Accidents in Spring
Accidents happen in the Spring. Babies are born from left-over Autumn bonfires, Never properly extinguished. The sun should shine for an extra hour So I can finish “The Burial of the Dead.” Small dogs can escape out doors Opened for a breath of fresh Spring air. If there had been a screen on the door... If it had been a cat... If it had been raining... If the sun had set sooner... If the stranger had been kinder... Would April accidents happen? Instead, a sad woman cries, *Ah, nao. Agrander a Deus. Nao por favor. Mitzi.* We can't plan for mistakes. We call them accidents.
#death#spring#dogs
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Apr 13, 2015
Apr 13, 2015 at 8:39 AM UTC
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