Lucy clutched the pencil in defeat. We can’t even protect them from themselves. Even the chattering monkeys, parrots, and parrakeets departed the fruit groves for the smelly dark of the jungle. I have often felt before that it is only when one has nothing to say that one can write easy poetry. “About my sister,” she repeated slowly. I did not know what God had in mind then.
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