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THERE ARE NO REAL ROADS TO THE NUT FARM... NO REAL CURBS... AND THE DOGS? ALL ILLUSIONS

BUT THE DOG BY THE LAKE ON THE WALL OF MY ROOM HAD NO THOUGHTS OF A HIGH HEELED SHOE, WHICH CAME UP FROM BEHIND ON THE FOOT OF A GHOST WHO WAS PIERCED BY A FRUIT - (SOME WOULD FEAR)...

BUT I RUSHED TO THE CURB IN A DOWN-POURING RAIN AS THE DEAR LOOKED THROUGH EYES OF THE DEER... SHE WAS PARKED BY THE CURB ON THE SIDE OF THE ROAD WHERE HER SOUL WAS ABOUT TO APPEAR...