TIME BETWEEN TIME
When first I read 'Under Milk Wood'
I was confused and put out. I went
off some and thought. Then I realized
where I lived, and it was Winter '66.
I took my small revolver off the wall
and went out gunning. I found the
avalanche quite soon. Alcohol has
a cousin named Dread.
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'Let us go then, you and I...like a
patient, etherized upon a table.' I
remembered that, and left it alone.
The policeman entered stage left,
and asked where I was going. 'Well,
to anywhere,' I replied, 'that will
let me call it home.' Time,
gentleman, time.
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