I, unaccountably, love vultures.Shy and overly friendly,they’ll carefully pluck the buttons from your shirt.No really, it happened to me.Well, it was only one button.Gaining a vulture’s trust takes time.In the heat of a late August morningtry a hose that sprays cool waterunder their wings and across their heavy chests.Afterwards, glistening wings held wide,the vulture will …
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I’m sorry that…
I’m sorry that…I ate all the marshmallows.The cat knocked them over and there were grackles.Timbuktu was too far awayYou make lousy coffee.There is no vaccine for that.I don’t want to go on Tuesday.I haven’t finished Marcus Aurelius’ Meditations.Thursdays are always bad for me; they come after Wednesdays.Your check was late.It’s too early in the morning …