There once was a derelict bus;
The ghosts drove it each night at dusk.
It roared and it reeled,
Then came back to the field,
As if it had always been thus.
Six Months of Solitude
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Quicksilver, by Neal Stephenson
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The 25 Days of Newman
"All right, but apart from the sanitation, medicine, education, wine, public order, irrigation, roads, the fresh water system and public health, what have the Romans ever done for us?"
© 2004-2008 Karen Vaughn