They knew the berries were ripe.
With cream and fresh strawberries, philosophy, geopolitics and a lavish sprinkling of vocabulary, there was little chance of going home alone.
Night after night the chairs remained unused. The bed was the only location recognized.
Sometimes in all honesty it was the kitchen table.
Then there was the government.
Some things are fit to be ignored for as long as possible.
Good thing the door was closed and locked.
All pleasure and leisure without history or vote.
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