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by Timothy Liu
whistles past hacked-down fields of corn， heading towards a boy who whittles1 an effigy2 of himself. We go on sleeping through sirens and crimson3 strobes flashing on remains4 no one can identify till we line up at dawn to see who's missing. At the zoo this morning， a girl found half-devoured in a moat， two lions licking their chops， Little Rock， Arkansas the only proof left on her body to show how far she was from home， a tattered5 copy of The Odyssey6 later found in her purse. Did she love her life？ We warn our children not to lay their ears down on the tracks in wintertime， knowing how it's not always best to know what's coming our way. 点击  收听单词发音
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