Hulk & Baby are back from Ed-mon-ton and a lovely week of visiting with Baby's family, chasing Jackrabbits and Buffalo around the Big Ol' Oil City.
With thanks to Edgar Allen Poe, Hulk & Baby offer this brief recount, to be followed by a more detailed one, after Hulk has had a chance to brush up on Poe's "Philosophy Of Composition".
Ahem:
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Once upon a midday, skeery
Baby wandered, weak and weary,
Past the bust of Milosz, to the airport she did run.
Hulk is coming, Shuttles late,
Drivers surly, Baby runs
Runs shadowed by the Magpie circling, hopping, to and fro.
Phone box, done. Clock ticks,
Second shuttle, come and gone,
Baby tenses, sees the bird. Quoth the Magpie: Ed-mon-ton.
-n&c-
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