Listening carefully to every word,
Studying also the phraseology of intervals,
The poignant pause, abiding; Confidence.
Providing: A Vessel, a valet at the vestibule,
Or, as quiet as a librarian or the lobby in the morning,
especially on Sundays.
And Still, a ticking time bomb in the square
waiting peacefully until the fateful moment it may exude its artful potential,
thwarting the innocent, the guilty, the bystanders.
Or Witness the wittiness,
as She keeps on passing me by,
wandering and troubled, a silent scent.
And so i sit and inhale the silence sent,
Breathing forgetfulness, exhaling memories...
managing to fight the urge
to play that song,
as the words don't make sense anymore.
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S.F. begins towing RVs as dozens more are at risk.
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[image: A man in a red sports jersey sits in the doorway of an RV camper
van, holding a paper, with a bed and a small shelf visible inside.]
Tow trucks be...
