I'M GOING TO BED
UNTIL I'M DEAD
And that means you : two sides of bagel
toast, a schmear of lickety-split. The we
sit down here and wallow in it. I'm going
to bed until I'm surely dead. Superman
just waltzed on by; it all looked right but
the colors were wrong. Funny, how you
can get the idea anyway, even if it's
inexact. I think our minds work
like that. Always mesmerized
by a case of what-will-be.
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