Stale Tracks

Stale bread.

Stale and Orphaned

That's a stale one

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Yes, but the whole thing is stale now... it's stale... has lost its appeal, the editor won't print it.

And it never faded, never got stale.

The longing to end a stale affair

Primigenous, stale, a hashup of last week's news...

The river. It smells like marigolds. Stale ones.

It was great. Better than the school store's stale bread.

For the gossip of virgins Now grown old and stale

It's just stale air, Eleanor. No, that other smell... Awful.

It's no use, Grace. The air in here is stale.

The younger generation feels stifled by their elders stale, protectionist policies.

I went to the local baker and took their stale bread.

Why? Well, I guess he thought he was going stale here.

Let's see what Miss McCardle is hoarding. Probably maraschino cherries and stale crackers.

Gone. Gone.

GONE. Gone.

Gone, gone forever

Gone? Gone where?

Political slogans, however high sounding, become stale when their purveyors fail to make good on their promises.

He's gone. Gone where?

It's gone! What's gone?

Once they're gone, they're gone.

Gone is pain, gone is fear

Gone is grief, gone are tears

What is gone is gone. Now sleep.

What is gone is gone. Now sleep.

They're all gone now. They're all gone!

Gone.

Gone.

Gone!

Gone?

Gone.

Gone.

Gone.

Gone?

Gone.

Gone.

Gone?

Gone?

Gone ?

gone.