In the Hills and in the Projects People Hum a Million Tunes

November 7, 2006 § Leave a comment

Two relics vanished in a television series:
A kid and a radio forty winks; little knew the pie.

Critics stood out in the rain like whiskey in a rotting sink,
Reeking: dead ringers for the little guy.

Staring out over the not-seen desert where the often scorned were laid out scorching, the Giant demanded a many-minded attitude, and signed off with nice emissions smelling like herb.

There were good reasons not to collapse.

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