WINSOME ONE
I don't wish to be your vestige arm or leg; it
would hurt too much to be. The issue here is
more than one denomination : I am standing
near a window where the bell-pilot wrings his
hands out every evening. Between him and the
fly-pool, covered in yet another swarm, I spend
all this time figuring out so very little. The little
kid who sells Coca-Cola is once again setting out
the ice-cold cans and bottles. A child-labor law
would make no difference; he's enjoying the
trance of soda and ice too much. No one
listens anyway.
I don't wish to be your vestige arm or leg; it
would hurt too much to be. The issue here is
more than one denomination : I am standing
near a window where the bell-pilot wrings his
hands out every evening. Between him and the
fly-pool, covered in yet another swarm, I spend
all this time figuring out so very little. The little
kid who sells Coca-Cola is once again setting out
the ice-cold cans and bottles. A child-labor law
would make no difference; he's enjoying the
trance of soda and ice too much. No one
listens anyway.
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