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why tambourines & safety nets, to do t’ai chi on trampolines with sailors, their wrinkled whites reflect the lights, if that’s all right there was a moon, in Cameroon — or was it nearer Mozambique — Oh, what’s the use, let’s Timbuktu

always a sale on in Taiwan, coupons & clippers & Ceylon, ‘tho it’s wrong, I’ll worry o’er the celeries, & stir the rice, I’m sure that’s right, O bother me, there’s Swiss chard there above the bowls from Annam

& it’s diced everso slowly when you choose it over julienn’d, & Suzie’s refusing her hand, she is, & does that clatter & tines on the table set just right, so don’t mind the processor then

for the silence & the absent interact to a proffered predilect, ‘tho to slice it radii’d as every apple, oranger berry I’ve so a pencil lay in air, & a doodle & a pony limp along

pride come ‘ everafter ‘ like the cubs, ( those’r cats & the shoes’r fit enough the hills of ankara and kush ) the belfries & potteries at handset, ( & that’s that ) beyond that woodbeam, mars