ABSTRACT, #1
You've got the piping
the ground glass left -
the Dillinghast in the flavor
house, the country's best.
As you maneuver the Hoover
the big crowd applauds;
I see them moving - like
phaetons on a new-cut board.
This roadway - all mud and
corduroy now - runs boldly through
an old-hedged woods; dark forest inside
and trimmed for the good.
You've got the piping
the ground glass left -
the Dillinghast in the flavor
house, the country's best.
As you maneuver the Hoover
the big crowd applauds;
I see them moving - like
phaetons on a new-cut board.
This roadway - all mud and
corduroy now - runs boldly through
an old-hedged woods; dark forest inside
and trimmed for the good.
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