#queue of sorts

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Listen... With faint dry sound, Like steps of passing ghosts, The leaves, frost-crisp'd, break from the trees And fall.

Run fast for your mother, fast for your father, Run for your children, for your sisters and brothers! Leave all your love and your longing behind, You can't carry it with you if you want to survive!

Happiness hit her Like a train on a track. Coming towards her, Stuck still no turning back. She hid around corners, and she hid under beds; She killed it with kisses, and from it she fled With every bubble she sank with her drink And washed it away down the kitchen sink. ~ The dog days are over, The dog days are done. The horses are coming, So you better run...