Love Song with Contradictions

What were you listening to, Great-Gramma,down at the lake, that Saturday nitewhen you felt you couldn’t breathe? Not those loriders waxed and raring, the way souped-upcarburetors suck oxygen to dragalong the strip, your gulping breaths, gurgling,ineffective. The ambulance fetched you.In...

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