There are no monies in the bank.
There are no worries in the mind.
It's a grey summer day in the computer room.
The blinds and curtains are closed.
I'm watching internet videos.
On the street Susie rode her bicycle that she got last Christmas.
It's mostly pink. It's got training wheels, bells and tassels.
She u-turned.
It's a crime in South Central Florida
At 100% humidity, heat index one hundred five.
Pines and palms, after 20 or 30 years, sit high in soil, lean from their roots
Until their boughs rest on the ground.
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