JUST THE WAY WE
MAKE THINGS UP
Everything fits a fashion - the lines and melodies, the
harmonies of day. It's just the way we make things
up that differ. That small boat at the landing dock,
it bears a painted yellow line along its side which
balefully reflects the happy face of the girl getting
in - as if we are seeing the other side of the happy
that is. It's just the way we make things up. You
say tomato, I say tomahto. Farther up, on high,
the Fire Marshall in his tower sits and watches.
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