5983. I LOST MY PASTIMES

I LOST MY PASTIMES

Not this thundering herd, and not Woody Herman, I

stand almost nauseous at what I see. The particular 

notion of mass-man learning together, the semblance

of blandness everywhere. I want to be a warrior, I

want to outrage others, I want to see red instead.

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Make this piano malarkey plain and simple :

watch what I do and not what I say. 

Bake me a cake from envy.

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I went exploring today  -  the caves of  Montalardi.

Upside-down, bats hung asleep, a possum flipped,

and this guide with a flashlight told me what I saw.

Why? How does he know?