I left my apartment a few Saturdays ago and was aghast to see two oblivious strollers, dressed in bright chartreuse, cluelessly walking through fecal matter. As a matter of fact, the sidewalk was smeared with remnants of dog poop.
It was a glorious day on Seventh Avenue and those two guys were not the only unaware ones out for the day within so much to see. Wow! Somewhere on that book table is ROAD TRIPS, poems, waiting patiently to be taken home.
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