ELIXIR MARS DRINK-CUP
The most soothing memory, of being inside
out, like the doughty Mama's boy I'm not.
The herald holds my skeleton key, and no
longer can I move. Hurry, hurry, where's
that tin-man oiler now? Take your task
for feeding time and make it last.
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There's a trolley-train that runs through
here, three rivers deep. Like Philip Roth
just said: 'You merely had to cross two rivers
and an expansive salt marsh to get to the
country's largest and best-known city.'
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Bury my heart at Wounded Knee, and sound
the battle cry for this new takeover. We are
running wildly amok. Reading Indian history
is not just reliving the past. It s going back there
then to change it now. See how Time is so
fluid : it opens its back door to let us in.
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