The Animals, All the Animals / Hymn of Praise to the Intelligent Designer
POEM The Animals, All the Animals Philip Appleman At ground zero, of course, there is nothing to report. It’s out beyond the epicenter where the changes are describable: cats seared like suckling pigs, dogs that will never chase cats again, barbecued like chickens on their chains. The cities are...
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