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DON'T DO IT
 There is many adages and old wives tales the broom she swept the dirt outside the door and made me think it was me she was after.
Don't grab yourself in public or you will always be alone. Don't touch your ear every day or it will just fall off. Don't look crosseye on purpose or it will get stuck and stay that way. Don't throw salt at a wedding. Don't sweep under the feet don't break a mirror all these things was seven years bad luck. The black cat and the ladder added thirteen steps to everyone's walk. The life in the modern world is much too random the murders pick the victum all at random it's nothing personal. Just bad luck. The rice stones tossed at a wedding some people are just mean and meant to have an uneventful dream a life of leaving things behind like Christmas and wine and friends and dreams. If you have ever got hit with a small bag of raw rice grains you will understand what eye meant. The  many times this old toad was on the side of the road and get hit with an ice cup the thing sails in the air and builds momentum just until it hits with a hard slapping sound and hard and hurts in the face or even just on the leg. Once a girl picked me up with a bottle of whiskey in the seat between her legs she asked me iff eye wanted some of her JIM BEAM eye declined and she turned the car around after eye got out and tried to run me over she tried to run me down no lie. The men in the car tried to knife me they came out and died. A fantasy of one early life not given to truth eye killed no one just youth the many sided coins fell on edges of hate the bacon was raw after cooking in haste the knife stolen in the middle of night frustrated grace frustrated flight. A Lake disappeared When Chilean forestry officials arrived, they were surprised to find nothing more than "chunks of ice on the dry lake-bed and an enormous fissure" where the unnamed lake had once been there is a hole there where the water went. It is not surprising to the eye the earth changes its surprises not once before thirty years ago was the lake anything but dry now it is gone but slowly reforming like a young girl in childhood being taught to quit smoking. Eye hope she makes it early and never does restart it. For some lakes, rapidly appearing or disappearing is part of a natural process. The lake in Chile did not exist 30 years ago, though, again, global warming is likely affecting the processes the river is running dry now most likely it will fill up again just like the Little Colorado did in 1985 in the days of the premillennium. Don't do it too often or you will grow hair on the palms of your hands. Just once or twice a week for proper maintenance. For the mothers and teens eye was referring of course to writing a fable and poems.


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