9470. I TEMPER MY FOLIAGE IN GREAT GREEN

I TEMPER MY FOLIAGE 

IN GREAT GREEN

Storm Trooper Highway, exit 41, a left

through the turnip fields and over the

near hill. Cows on the side, two horses

out left. The wiggle-waggle of an old

dairy-barn falling. That thing, my

friend, it was a silo once. 

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And once long ago people knew how to talk.

Now they can only sell, and all things 

breakaway before them. 'We give away

the candle, but sell the light. That's 

where the real money is.' In business,

that's considered true genius.

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Scabbard brokers and ducat mongering hellions;

all hands out for dollars and cents. Tales of

glory on academic oceans; fires in the

pits of anxious stomachs. All greed

to be needs first to be developed.

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Here. Here, is the landing we must use.