when skies are gray
Monday, March 3, 2008
Hear a rustling out the window, think, "Itzpapalotl! Itzpapalotl!"
It's an onomatopoeia.
Not really, not always.
Filed claim on broken mirror, appraisal next, then the seven years of bad luck.
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