RECIPROCAL VAGARIES
How do you charm a clouded sky? By seeding
luck with love or nothing doing, and the bicycle
is the only animal I know. In this hand, there's a
cloak, in the other a microscope; and I am all men
at all times, everyman. Succor me with my frugal
means. Subsistence farming, and - yes - the rest
of everything calls. I took the turnpike to the
parkway to the thruway home.
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