It might interest you to know,
speaking of the plentiful imagery of the world,
that I am the sound of rain on the roof.
I also happen to be the shooting star,
the evening paper blowing down an alley
and the basket of chestnuts on the kitchen table.
|Me:||"It's a great day at Wind River, this is Samantha, how can I help you?"|
|Caller "Yes is this the library?"|
|Me:||"No I'm sorry this is a septic company."|
|Caller "So this isn't the library?"|