Don Rearden
- Apr 3, 2018
- 1 min read

Message Sent

in the time of carrier pigeons wings carried messages the writer contemplated weather and whether the bird might encounter a raptor a flash from a shotgun muzzle the message becoming ticker tape confetti carrier pigeons have flown wi-fi carries messages the writer’s contempt whether or weather raptor like rapture in a flash the blast the message is lost only if it is never sent

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