FOR ALL I KNOW
(right out of shakespeare)
Carried through, from stone to
hearth and back. Every corner
has its shirker - someone laughing
back at something. UFO's overhead,
and a debunker underneath. Not knowing
where to turn, I turn; just to see there's
no way out after all. Over at the other
corner, a huge, old house has its radar
dish at the ready. TV or not TV,
that is the question.
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