THRUST AND PARRY
Find the epee, slit the slicer, let
the gap beyond this realm of
food-crap doldrums go. The far
surf is pounding the shoreline
and all those swimmers want
not to wait. On the corner, by
the Chevrolet, is a hardware
store - please go in and tell the
the man I need a ladle, for the
water on this shore.
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