The thing about strings
Is the rarely do zing
Past the cranium, into the brain
Much better to do, with a pick-axe instead
Or unusually large drops of rain
Hector had been watching his back for several days. It wasn’t anything definitive, he just had the feeling that someone was out to get him. He stepped out of the outdoor supply store, and looked up at the sky.
The raindrops were very big.
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