Thursday, December 5, 2013

4811. I INDEED

I INDEED
Put that man on a stamp. He is surely
dead now. I indeed would want to see
the new rendering of a very old face. Starch
the collars high, and listen to the tightening of
his words. Not for nothing does he speak.
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The children of the carnival down below 
are eating pretzels. Little do they know 
the time has come.

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