SCOUTING REPORT
I am at bay - as here I tend this
mannered place. Oasis. The report
read 'watch out for Scout; he'll get
you in the end.' I'm tired of listening.
People talk, rankly; all their
bread-wrappers and all their
stupid candies and nuts, and
stockings and banks and habits.
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This unpredictable suit wears
me well; Poetry is both here
the manner and the fit.
That's what gets you,
in the end.
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