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Mad Rambler This uniform feels familiar. Unmonkeyed thanks to mittens, swaddling clothes for anxious digits twisting accusations. Thumb-tacked. Shoes shower-capped. Paper ribbons tied loose to yarn-spooled hair flat-ironed with heated horseshoe. Downright LUCKY. No: unglued and unshoed. Everyone knows the only horse has feathers. Fruit-juice in washpans from the bed […]

Career Day (Plotting of Future)