Carl could never be called “a slave to fashion,” but he did quite like the hat he found in the kitchen.
Two. One. One half. They were all gone. All the Peeps had disappeared. Carl’s profound sadness compelled him to write, Ode to the Peeps: Oh Peeps, my peeps, where have you gone? Oh Peeps, my Peeps, I write you this song … Continue reading →
The Five Names by Robert Hansen
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