I saw the dog hanging on the swing set. I asked the girl, “Where was your doggie at?” I walked on down to see my grandpa.

In the days of Daniel, somebody had a rock n roll party. Young people invited the three Hebrew boys to the rock n roll party. “Somebody,” one of the boys said, “is not going to bow down to the king. We’re not going to eat the king’s meat, good Lord.”

Inside the package, Waldo was so transfixed with excitement that he could barely breathe. His skin felt prickly from the heat, and he could feel his heart beating in his throat. It would be soon. Sheila stood quite upright and walked around to the other side of the package. Then she sank down to her knees, grasped the cutter by both handles, took a deep breath, and plunged the long blade through the middle of the package, through the masking tape, through the cardboard, through the cushioning and right through the center of Waldo Jeffers head, which split slightly and caused little rhythmic arcs of red to pulsate gently in the morning sun.

I’m starting off my day with a pound of purp. No pancakes, just a cup of syrup.

D O W N L O A D

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By the dock of the pond Turtle Island, I will wait for you there, creeping silently. I can keep you right behind me all my days in the waters tracing features.