NOTHING BUT ONIONS LEFT
There we go around the bend again and
you've scrambled my eggs instead : the
charcoal man wants to come back but I
tell him once, 'It's Winter,' and he leaves.
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Over where Thomas Edison lived, there
was a dig, in late fall, of the outlines of his
house, to see what could be found. didn't
go because I thought it was bogus.
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They're all supposed to tell us what was
found but to date no one said a word : I
take it that means nothing. Had they found
something they would have been crowing.
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I can't go home again in this condition. My
Indian friend Patel says I look like a waste.
I tell him his best friend Bhat says the same
about him. You know those foreign types by
now, right? Incidental wayfarers are coming
about, and I don't mean sunglasses. There's
nothing but onions left.
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