This antediluvian geologist has left his circus tent
to seek companionship.
The Fellaheen of Cape Fear await him
to flash mob his distant past.
In the morning he awakens
and finds he has crossed a perilous bridge
and that he has shot his love
with love
and that this enemy
cannot be fought with cutlery
nor politics.
All he wanted was her
and since she was not available
he chose trouble.
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