Parading

Down Sally Cow Lane and Elsewhere

The grass grows between the enemy of my enemy’s clenched fists, but she still won’t move.

If the enemy of my enemy could speak, she wouldn’t.
Hell exists because the enemy of my enemy believed it into being. Heaven is her daydream
Hell exists because the enemy of my enemy believed it into being. Heaven is her daydream
If the enemy of my enemy could speak, she wouldn’t.
If the enemy of my enemy could speak, she wouldn’t.
The enemy of my enemy tosses pearls into a bonfire. —Kimberly Wolf
The enemy of my enemy tosses pearls into a bonfire.
—Kimberly Wolf

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