One hundred tornadoes. A fifth
of American Honey poured
on a stranger’s Raisin Bran. A heartland
spreads and evaporates
without any salt
in the water. It could happen
here—could happen
anywhere. It has.
That urban myth
protecting the urban
center—debunked. One hundred
tornadoes. A fifth of anything
clear. Street game
disasters.
That boozy breakfast would wake one up really quickly.
Then he/she may promptly pass out.
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Exactly. : )
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