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I was given this from @darcistrutt : your roll was: Bag on a stick, chalk drawing of a body, uniform patch, crow, and the action was listening.

I think I got it all, except for the patch.

Turned into my favourite song thus far. I looked up bag on a stick, found out it was called a bindle, ended up looking at anachronisms, put the bindle on the subway and suddenly I was back in Montreal where I lived a lifetime ago. Some truths in here, and some make-believe - I find a combo is usually best. Thanks @darcistrutt !

a parachronism is something that’s lost in time like toting a bindle on the Orange Line It’s like calling your girlfriend at home and she answers on a rotary phone

I called you to meet me for supper at the Spirit Lounge we had to get bagels instead, cuz they shut it down I dropped my bindle on the metro floor and we walked up to St. Viateur

oh bébé tu me fais perdre la tête I live above a sushi restaurant I get miso soup every day I’m fickle, you’re feckless, we’re frivolous we’re a pretty kitty cabaret

a prochronism is leaping ahead in time like a crow that can fly to the moon to collect moon dimes you gave a promise ring to me to wear but darling, we weren’t quite there

three floors beneath us, the uniformed cops arrived we listened intently as they made their chalk outlines a dead body on the bathroom floor he won’t get his Miso soup no more

oh bébé tu me fais perdre la tête I live above a sushi restaurant I get miso soup every day I’m fickle, you’re feckless, we’re frivolous we’re a pretty kitty cabaret

oh bébé tu me fais perdre la tête oh!