The chickens flew the coop as soon as the chickens came home to roost, which was, as always, too late. The thinking had been, who needs a prayer if you have a wing? Well, there’s stupidity and then there’s bad luck, which is a horse of a different kettle of shooting fish in a barrel of monkeys. But they’re alike in being inescapable.
give me a clue so sweet and true
the Daily Whale
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