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For a buck and change you can get into the yard to see all the strange
poops. They're probably all from dogs. but due to the different sizes and
how long they've been there, a great diversity has been achieved.
For all we know and who's to say one way or another what animals visit the heart of our neighborhoods in pre-middle or post-middle nights, hopping or slaloming through the darkness, perhaps a kangaroo,
out there exploring.
a komodo dragon chasing after a cat,
none of these creatures would have any fear, of reprimand! nor do we, who have shelled out our buck and change, as we ponder the powers of the sun, does it steal a thing's color or does it make the thing's color retreat into itself?
Might I stand up after scrutinizing a texture on the ground and look for the first time into the face of a person, or an idea, with whom I will share years or dozen of years of laughter and mishap?
Do the bones of ichthyosaur lie directly beneath my feet?
Might I one day be horse, and have somebody take me on a boat to an island where they have never seen a horse.
How about an island where they have never seen a picture of a horse?
