"Go home and babble your omens to your children —
save them from some catastrophe coming soon.
I'm a better hand than you at reading portents.
Flocks of birds go fluttering under the sun’s rays,
not all of them are fraught with meaning.”
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November for Beginners - by Rita Dove Snow would be the easy way out—that softening sky like a sigh of relief at finally being allowed t...
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