Life in the Raw. The sewer in our street is bubbling over, up from gutters and manholes a grey mass of stink…Life! The smell arises and I close my windows, but can't keep Thoughts and shit at bay. Men, in yellow overalls and red rubber boots, arrive and do battle against a slushy tide. Wins, but the stench, of our common heritage, remains.Birth sign: Scorpio
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