Wild indeed, Millicent. Gutted my clutch is new to me but sounds
appropriate. I wonder who the you might be. The narrator’s son? Or
daughter? Change and shifting come across. If you spin the wheels, you get
no traction in your life. Am I on the right track? Like P, I like the
challenge if uncompounding.
Bill
On Wed, 9 May 2018 at 9:21 am, Millicent Borges Accardi <
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> Sad are my Days with Stones
>
>
> One day youjust show up
> Then you standaround and
> Watch,bringing colored pencils
> And a clipboard. I never actually
> Put my life onthe line
> But I wasdriving and fast
> And I guttedmy clutch
> Going 120around the turns
> Of downtownLos Angeles
> At 2am in themorning and that
> Was on the wayout, the time
> When I learnedhow to drive
> a stick, you pushforth fast and change.
> it’simpossible to ease into
> how to shiftunless you are pressing
> on fast andneed to un jamb
> yourself froman immediate
> problem. Theproblem kind
> of lies inthat you turn around
> and burn tiresand do donuts
> and makestreaks in the parking
> lot in SouthCentral to get out
> of control.You get off the freeway
> when they are followingyou
> and ditch out intoa gas station
> with a minimart and fill up
> station. Then,you wait
> in your silverTransAm, hiding
> and doingnothing until the
> moment passesyou by and the
> ecosystem issafe again.
>
>
>
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> Água mole em pedra dura tanto dá até que fura
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