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There used to be a middle-aged man who would wander the streets, asking people if they would tickle his balls with a feather. I haven't seen him around for a long while. Other than that, the neighbourhood is safe. It helps that two policemen actually live on the street and have police emblems on...

Why do I feel alone? Is it the darkness of my soul seeping out? Why do pretty girls grimace when they glance at my visage? If only a bird were I Soaring over the ground way below Flapping and fluttering with the wind blowing my feathers If a fence will fall And if grass will grow And if...