By Baxter Black
On the Edge of Common Sense
Second Time Around
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We must sell it, I told Mother, for we really have no other choice. The price is much too dear to harbor any doubt.
And though I know we’ll miss it, the time has come to kiss it goodbye and find another place a little further out.
When the Indians sold Manhattan to a Dutch aristocrat in fancy breeches for a blanket and a twenty dollar bill
It presaged a corrosion, an urban sprawl erosion
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