A little boy told his mother, "Mommy, I burped out of my bum."
He didn't know the word fart, we are told as we laugh and look in on the little boy sleeping in his car seat. Burped out of his bum, brilliant, little boy, brilliant.
It is a vibrant stitch - a hem between the heavens and me. Sometimes the cloth here is as crude as burlap. The needle pierces the skin, and...
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