Mr. Cheeto Dust?

Widespread Dust

Mr. Cheeto Dust?

NA ShaketheDust.org.

Where does the chute go?

Has just gone down the garbage chute

That she will meet as she descends

(Laughter)

Oh, my God, oh, my God. Stay in the car.

Look at the cane marks in the dust.

I was nearly hit by a car.

I narrowly escaped being run over by a car.

I was almost hit by a car.

The more she spurns my love, the more it grows.

Where all the other bad nuts go. To the garbage chute.

I happened along when the car hit the boy.

I saw the man knocked down and the driver driving away.

He was nearly hit by the car while crossing the street.

I was sure that I was going to actually experience what it felt like to be a leader of the civil right movement, or a ten year old boy living on a farm during the dust bowl, or an emperor of the Tang dynasty in China.

After swishing, rinse the produce under cool running water.

My hair's messed up this morning. At least lend me a hand mirror it should be shut in the drawer there.

Tha's a bit fatter than tha' was an' tha's not quite so yeller.

If it wasn't able to stretch so much, then basically when an insect hit the web, it would just trampoline right off of it.

Still grows the vivacious lilac a generation after the door and lintel and the sill are gone, unfolding its sweet scented flowers each spring, to be plucked by the musing traveller planted and tended once by children's hands, in front yard plots now standing by wallsides in retired pastures, and giving place to new rising forests the last of that stirp, sole survivor of that family.