Amber sun, chipotle smoke…

Someone stuck buds on all the trees, the birds are back from long service leave. Hot dog vendors line the city streets, bottomless condiments, easily pleased. The soapbox preacher is back from the ward. The homeless man has a new dog. The sun came down and wiped up the mud. Hang on a minute, that’s not mud. Spring has sprung, the penguins run, got a train to catch from the city of the gun…

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